The Woods, My Home

Donald P. Goodman III

Version 1.0 (1X Sep 1207)

My chamber towers high; my ceiling sees the sun,

which sprinkles rays around my room and renders bright

my splendid space; and sunlight seals the day's sweet run

long after deepest darkness turns the noon to night,

the black a blanket cloaking and enclosing me,

the muted shine of moonlight and the sparkling star

alighting countless living columns; I can see

a chamber small and cozy, close but stretching far.

I live within this chamber, though it has no walls,

although its roof lets in the rain, and all may roam

within it; I know that this fortress never falls,

that ever will these pillars hold my dearest home.

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