Over many years he built it-
One Panel at a time.
A model of transparency,
A marvel of its kind.
Its terracotta flooring
gave it passive solar heat.
It's placement on a hillside
was a vantage hard to beat.
When he glanced up to the rafters
there Orion, splendid, shone.
With the Hunter as companion,
He would never feel alone.
He took pride in self sufficiency-
wood barrels caught the rain
Solar panels met his modest needs-
off the grid, against the grain .
He always had an open door
as he placed no faith in Locks.
-but sometimes, every now and then-
He wished he had a rock.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
Over many years he built it-
One Panel at a time.
A model of transparency,
A marvel of its kind.
Its terracotta flooring
gave it passive solar heat.
It's placement on a hillside
was a vantage hard to beat.
When he glanced up to the rafters
there Orion, splendid, shone.
With the Hunter as companion,
He would never feel alone.
He took pride in self sufficiency-
wood barrels caught the rain
Solar panels met his modest needs-
off the grid, against the grain .
He always had an open door
as he placed no faith in Locks.
-but sometimes, every now and then-
He wished he had a rock.
I don't know what go into me, honest!
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