A few day has passed since I last tried to write a sonnet. I browsed through my pictures and found this that is actually the remains of a Sami house (kåta). As the Sami where nomadic they probably stayed here only shorter times at a time. But I still felt that we has lost something in moving into our modern houses. But being November now I feel quite content to be indoors.

I pass deserted quarter in decay
Was once a place to raise a family
But children’s gone, the people’s far away
The house they had is now a cavity
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The wind is blowing through the room
Where once the embers heated those who left
And I can feel the chilling autumn gloom
When they’re gone away, do they feel bereft?
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Cause beauty of the place they had to leave
Will live inside the heart of smallest child
And in their modern concrete house they grieve
Remembering their bliss, surrounding wild
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Cause we are meant to stay where we can hear
the wind, and to the smell of grass be near
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November 2, 2012