just poor folks,
living in an old house,
sleeping in a corner
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Reminds me of my farming relatives; they lived so simply in some ways, but I often sensed they were more truly happy and at peace than many of my not so have-not friends and acquaintances.
The warmth is the most important thing to the poor folks as far as a home goes. It is why I'm moving I can no longer afford to pay the electric company for my heat. The prices during the winter time are quite steep. So I will go back to the old fashion wood burner. Because dead wood is cheap and for me on my landlords land it will be free. Great poem eric indeed.
You've certainly, and tenderly touched a part of Americana, and human soul. Great stuff my friend.