The House Poem by soren Barrett

A roof of thatch, a wall of mud with a dirt floor
Window an open hatch, built with blood, board for a door
No locks no glass, a stove built of three rocks
Closet a wooden box, through roof's dry grass smoke does pass, no clocks
No water inside, an outhouse out back, a fire always burning
With vines tied, a humble shack outside threats spurning
No electric lights, awake with the sun, plant by the moon
Corn husk mattress at nights when day is done, eat with a tin spoon
Kerosene lamp. a dim glow, bats flutter above
A snake out of the damp slithers below, this is nature's love