Inside Nature's Room

Filled with two lives, so much to give
Filled with love for a third soon to live
Filled with everything the couple owns
The horse-drawn wagon faithfully roams

Eight months counted — only one more to go
The end of the trail arrives much too slow
He covers her shoulders, but only she knows
Down the pioneer path layered in winter snow

The pain is constant, sharp and clear
She’ll soon have to stop and disregard fear
He sees her wince, doubled over in pain
No more denial, this baby is claimed

He steadies the wagon with a tug and a whoah
The horse stops abruptly, no further to go
She looks around and falls to her knees
Beneath the bough of winter’s trees

The moon rises above, full and bright
This baby is going to be born tonight
He does what he can to ease her pain
She screams and yells in utter disdain

Pushing and screaming, so much to bear
It feels as if her insides will tear
Anxious to help her, he knows not how
A doe and her fawn stand guarding them now

Squirrels, rabbits, bucks from frontier wild
Witness the birth of this tiny human child
First breath taken, first cry from the womb
A youngling is blessed inside nature’s room

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