This Place

I built a place of brick and stone,

Somewhere to lay my head,

The light shines through the southern face,

A window near my bed.

 

This place I made shields me from all,

The elements outside.

When weather does becomes amiss,

This is my place to hide.

 

I love this place made from my hands,

A space to call my own,

This is my rightful place on earth,

My heavenly space, my earthly home.

 

 

 

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