Fire roasted ribs of a pig that I raised fattened and killed
Watermelons home garden grown and in the stream chilled
Love them with seeds, I use wood for fire, hand hewn
VHS tapes with no commercials, old music no autotune
A porch built for neighbors, street no restricted parking zone
Garden weeds with wild flowers, life without a telephone
Nature is my gardener have no lawn to cut
No glass in my windows to clean only shutters to shut
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: January 26th, 2026 03:22
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