Hovel Poems - Poems about Hovel

Edna lived with three cats and four dogs In hovel that would disgust rats Both her children moved away forty years ago They did not visit; glad to escape a hoarder house. She and her pets lived among piles upon piles of junk. Their paths uneven, on cracker boxes and caps of milk jugs. They gingerly walked over the rubble to...

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it is my hovel I have a shovel but will not use it for this is my fit your opinions are great but you arrived much too late This is my home And I have some of my own...

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I stumbled on a hovel in the woods Dug in a foothill roofed with mossy shakes. Inside, its furthest wall was made of stones Piled high to make a chimney and a hearth. Two stovepipes served as draft to bring in air. No window spent what little warmth there was. Who built this cell and for what purpose built? If navvies built...

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I like the night because it’s time for sleep The quiet time when work is done for day At night my small hovel will safely keep Me free from some rain that might wet me through. It is not much of a place I might say Tis a blessing there is no rent past due My mind is at ease...

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the grainy half dusk when the sun gives her last wink hours spent in thought to leave the safe sanctity this lonely little hovel...

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