"The Hidden Home"

"The Hidden Home"

We followed the river as far as we could
We laid to rest upon fallen down wood
We slept, and we slept, oh we slept so good...
There upon that fallen wood

We awoke in the morning with the falling of light
The river had seemed to have left our sight
We were floating now, out there at sea
We held on tight, oh what a sight
Her and me, out on the sea

The fallen wood became our boat...
As upon the waves we continued to float
Thirty-Six weeks had come and past
Our raft was waning now, oh so fast
A final prayer we then did cast...
As we landed upon the shore at last

We knew not where we were on Earth
In the morning , she then gave daughter's birth
We built a home, a home for three
A little home away from home
Just baby, her, and me

With ocean fish to eat, and a garden for a yard...
Survival was simple, and anything but hard
With tropical weather, and warm blowing wind...
Our infant's life was sterling, what a way to begin

With snow melting from the high mountain top...
We could drink it all in, and never stop
Living alone in our hidden home for three
Our little home away from home...
Just baby, her, and me

B.L. Houghtalin