Simplicity calls out from the clutter and entrapment of modernity
How much space and stuff and adornment is really needed?
Where is the line drawn for contentment with place?
Wood, drywall, cement, some siding and paint?
Or timbers and canvas, a cave or travel trailer?
A shelter from the elements, a warm fire, blankets
A place to rest your head, to sit and read a book
Do we really need more than one room of our own?
When it’s all boiled down what is shelter
But a place in the heart of the ones you love