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The Tiny, Tiny House Humble living in Vermont

The tiny house is still there,

Built for me with little care.

Near the road in a field,

Shingle style with appeal.

A simple house for simple living,

But no room to host thanksgiving.

A roof, a window, and a door,

So what if I sleep on the floor?

Photographs and words by Edward Fielding.

"Tiny House Vermont" is a black and white fine art photograph by artist Edward Fielding from his travels on the backroads of New England.

Tiny House By Henri Whitehead

Poem: Tiny House

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By Henri Whitehead

In our tiny house,

We’ll live by the trees.

The tranquility of a pond,

Will sooth our troubled minds.

In our tiny house,

We’ll snuggle in the shade,

Our TV will be the window,

The squirrels, an acting troupe.

In our tiny house,

We’ll read by moonlight,

The fates that our written,

In the wrinkles of our skin.

In our tiny house,

We’ll slumber by the owl,

Hooting his baritone beat,

Granting us vivid dreams.

In our tiny house,

We’ll find our souls,

Inside the mortal husks,

Our skin shucked away.

Created By
Edward Fielding
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Credits:

Words and photos by Edward Fielding