No Windows

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My father built this place
Using just his hands
He said the things we make
They’re the measure of a man

So why’s there nothing here
Just a clearing in the woods
Lived here forty years
Before I understood

No windows and no walls
No 2x4s at all
This place ain’t made of sand or stone

Nowhere to park my car
The roof is all just stars
But it sure feels like a home

And I love to see the view my father made
With no windows in the way

The neighbors all stop by
Impressed by what he did
Somehow turned the dirt
Into a place to live

So easy to get lost
Living like a king
That’s why I’m so lucky
I don’t own a thing

No doors or chest of drawers
No polished hardwood floors
Outshine the house I’m livin’ in

After all it’s where I was born
One bright and chilly mornin’
Just stuck around here ever since

Nothing like the view my father made
With no windows in the way

 - February 2022 -                                                                                                                     #548