I always say we have the nicest and most interesting people visit our cabins. They come as our guests and leave as our friends.
This poem was written by Kenny Hill after he and his wife stayed at Eagle's Rest Cabin. I will always treasure it.
EAGLE'S REST
A little cabin on the side of a mountain
Watching over the valley below
Covered porches with rocking chairs
And a little bear that we loved so.
There is no way you can really explain it...
The feeling you get just from being here.
You can almost reach out and touch the clouds.
You smile, knowing God is so near.
The awesome beauty of the Buffalo River,
Mountain springs that never run dry,
Wildlife seems to be everywhere!
Amazed, you can only sigh!
It is a place where I'll never forget.
Pictures in our hearts will not soon fade away.
The warmth and hospitality offered to us
Makes us long to come back again some day.
But, if we never travel this way again,
We're certain we've been at the best.
A place where God is welcomed and lives are touched.
A place where the eagles rest.
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