The Way I Like It Poem by soren Barrett

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