Aaronkirbyauthor
  Junior Member

Eternal Dwelling

The living quarter is cramped,
With a scent of soil and time,
It is constantly damp,
No porch to hang a chime,

With only one way in,
And only one way out,
No roof made of tin,
But a home, no doubt,

The plot of land is small,
Enough for...

– by Aaron Kirby