I'm crude and rude
They say I have no refinement
I can be lewd, go nude
I don't like modern confinement
I live in a house hewn by an ax
on my walls there's no paint
On the wooden floors there's no wax
some call it quaint, but a saint I ain't
On my window there's no screen,
in fact it has no glass
Out back there's a latrine,
over which I hang my ass
No LED's please
I prefer candle light
Lights are too bright, my eyes find ease
where a dimmer glow, preserves my sight
The sound of raindrop streams
on clay tiles revealing,
wooden, thick, rough cut beams,
where there's no ceiling
No styrofoam or plastic
a straw hat for my head
a cord for my shorts not elastic
I go au natural to bed
Through some holes vines grow
Press board, don't you even think
And wallboard no, so the cracks can show
a sunrise my eyes can drink
Some said I'm uncouth when I pulled my own tooth
I cook my food over fire
the last time I saw a doctor was in my youth
I fix everything with wire
Water I bring from the spring,
electricity I made an exception,
so I can refrigerate food that I bring
and post a poem from Wifi reception
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: January 10th, 2024 04:12
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LOL
the only thing we cannot live with out wi-fi such a brilliant and unique piece.
Thanks Teddy so appreciate the review just thought I would try something new (old) lol
Not Gregory P Smith are you?
https://drgregorypsmith.com/
Either way, a good Yarn, Soren.
PS: Wot about Darth?
Thanks Dave yea not as extreme as that I do spend a most of the year in such a place as I described. Nature is closer to the heart and nature is poetry. Appreciate the review Dave
Oh yea Darth is still causing trouble. The dog catcher has my phone number posted by their phone and they call regularly asking me to bring my check book.
Almost biographical - the present - more please, of your chequered history.
There are several of those that I have done you might check "Seasons of a life" , "Cat as trophy", "Awakening"
Orright....Thanks for the info...keep up the good work.....🙂
Ahh, is this about a typical person who shops at the Co-op?! lol.
Thanks Orchi just me being free.
You had me going until the last stanza, and then bazinga! Irony at its best!
The real irony Bella is that it is mostly true. I live in a place basically the same as this for a good part of the year and with humanity the rest of the year. Like Thoreau I love nature. I guess there is a metaphor of an unpolished house and person somewhere. So appreciate the review Bella
I applaud you my friend, for taking the sojourn into the world of "simply" being. .
Very good words soren, living with nature can be wonderful.
Andy
Thanks Andy I appreciate the read and kind words.
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