Klaus in front of a simple shelter hut, Grindelwald, SwitzerlandUnknown photographer
If I was a Mountain Hut
If I was a mountain hut I wouldbe warmed by the morning sun,be protected from icy westerly winds,be close to a gurgling mountain stream and have a view across a snowgrass plain.
If I was a mountain hut people wouldrenew my scarred and tired old skin,replace my worn out, tottering legs,leave some food for me to eat,replenish my wood supply,build a fire to keep me warm andtell me stories, tall and true.
If I was a mountain hut I would neverhave to move house,pay rent, get a divorce,be in a traffic jam,put my clothes away,or have to wash the dishes.
If I was a mountain hut I would hearwombats scratching and scuffling under my floor,swallows building and tending their nests,the wind swishing in nearby snowgums,currawongs composing melodious tunes,snow settling like a butterfly kiss and later sliding off with an oooompphh.
If I was a mountain hut I would be famous inpeople's minds and memories,their photographs and archives, their videos, movies and books,and their sacred management plans.
If I was a mountain hut I couldmeditate all day and night,sleep whenever I like,be silent if I wish and never write another damned word.
If I was a mountain hut I couldlive foreveras long as people loved me andno joker burnt me down.Amen