No Other Place Poem by Patti Masterman

If you lived in marble columns
Your muted voice would seem so solemn
If you lived in the deepest rill
The echo of your words might thrill
Beside the giant ocean's roar
Your own small being might seem poor
And up upon the mountain top
The thunder-snow would bounce and pop
If you had a mansion of chiseled stone
The slightest crack could cause you moan
I think a humble home is best
If the heart would be at rest.