“Atlasta Cabin” (Photo Credit: Barbara Hirokawa Gal)
ESCAPE TO BOULDER CANYON
There once was a man who went campin’.
He walked ‘til his legs they were crampin’.
He came from Boulder,
and now feels much older,
from walking to “Atlasta Cabin”.
2014-07-25
P. Wanken
Posted for 100 Days of Summer 2014 (Facebook Group): 41 ~ Architecture.
Author’s Note:
Thank you to fellow challenge contributor, Barbara Hirokawa Gal, for letting me use her photo in my post.
echoes from the silence 
Cute ditty! =)
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Thanks! I don’t usually write limericks (I don’t think I’m very good at them!), but someone challenged me to write a limerick today…so I did. 🙂 Thanks for your encouragement and your visit! 🙂
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What fun.
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I’m glad you think so, ViV. 🙂
I’m not so fond of writing limericks. :-\
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A little light-hearted limerick never hurt anyone!
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I suppose I let my fear of “falling flat” cloud my enthusiasm for writing them…
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Heehee! I LOVE This! 🙂
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Thanks, De. The woman who took the photo told me that the old mining cabin has been in the owner’s family (not hers) since before 1900. And it’s called “Atlasta Cabin”. I couldn’t resist using the name in my poem. This photo and poem were featured in the recent exhibit in an art gallery in Denver. 🙂
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How awesome! Congratulations! 🙂
“At last! A cabin!” heehee.
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