Sod House
Cold wind howl down the prairie
As I sit inside my sod house
As I toss a log onto the fire.
Just barely warm inside
As snow floats on breeze
Through the roof of sod house.
Blankets so thick I can not move
But ohh I feel so warm by stove.
Floor of dirt feels like ice
Through these thin soles.
Oh for spring to come fast
Or I won't last
In this sod house
Copyright © Michael Byte | Year Posted 2014
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