Tiny House

Tiny house of wood and frame
Set against the winter cold;
Maybe you don’t have a name,
Maybe all your wood is old

But there’s majesty in you,
Though you sport no golden dome:
Tiny house of wood and warm,
You have earned the title

“Home”

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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