Shoelace for a belt
Tied bow to navel
Car for a home
Park it where I’m able
Bucket for a washing machine
With hands growing hard’a
Shovel for a loo with a view
And let nature compost for ya
Fire copper-piped in
Fuel to cook my food on
Batteries charged by engine
Enough to switch the lights on
I’ve got two books
But they are good ones,
Two boots as strong as bronze
My blanket needs a darning
And none of my clothes are new
My feet a hobbit hardening
But I’m free, I feel renewed.
The sea is my swimming pool,
The lake is my bath
The waterfall will shower me
So cold it makes me gasp
The wind dries my hair
The sun warms my skin
The stars are my lovers
Their winking pulls me in
And so another romantic fool
Consumes this experience
I’m a product of my culture
But to me this way makes sense.
Anonymous Submission, 2020
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