If I Had A Hammer

If I had a hammer and nails and some wood, I’d build us a house
facing south if I could
I’d paint it all colors, sink tiles on wet cement. I’d build us a home where each day was well-spent thinking good thoughts,
creating good will.  I’d grow little flowers
on each window sill.
I’d ram soil into used-up tires,
tamp the ground and clear out the briers,
I’d mix up sand, clay, water and hay,
slip them between rows of cans.  We could do this all day
till the walls rose upright, the north wall bermed
against a hill side,
keeping it warm in the winter and in the summer,
coolness abides.
On the south wall will be a large window,
where the sun will shine all day
upon an indoor garden of strawberries, tomatoes
and flowers – a year round bouquet
Rainwater shall flow from the kitchen,
to the garden before ending at the potty
they call it  a gray water system,
and it’s really so easy
The sun’s rays shall power everything that we own –
it’s going to be so different from everything that we’ve known.
The only caveat, of course, is that we’d have to live off the grid
we’ve done it before and how we loved it.  Yes, we did.

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