The way I like it

Fire roasted ribs of a pig that I raised fattened and killed

Watermelons home garden grown and in the stream chilled 

Love them with seeds, I use wood for fire, hand hewn

VHS tapes with no commercials, old music no autotune

A porch built for neighbors, street no restricted parking zone

Garden weeds with wild flowers, life without a telephone

Nature is my gardener have no lawn to cut

No glass in my windows to clean only shutters to shut

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

This reads like a slow, sun-warmed ode to simple, earned pleasures.
Every line smells of smoke, soil, and freedom—the kind money can’t buy.

[Soren]

Thank you Thomas for the read and understanding that sometimes what is new is not better

[Michael Sun Bear]

It sounds wonderful. I read it through a couple times and realized there is nothing about a partner to share it with. I would need that to really make it Eden.

[Soren]

It is often hard to find a partner that enjoys such things but that would be ideal. Thanks so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated