The Shanty's Secret


I walk through the thicket
My legs scratched and bleeding
Falling against a picket
A rest I am needing

How can I find this broken down shack?
There are too many trees
I gave one a good whack
Fell in pain on my knees

The velvet blackness of the night
Doesn't help me find my way
There is no moon to light
The night and at least make it grey

The stars also refuse to shine
And have turned their backs on me
This is indeed to me a sign
And I stand in revery

She sent a message by pigeon grey
The pains started this morn
I am to find her without delay
And help the babe to be born

All night I fought through the bramble 
By dawn I found the old shack
I really had to scramble
She was there lying on her back

The most beautiful babe lay in her arm
Wrapped in a blanket of white
I looked at my love with alarm
She had died in the night

I buried my love in the old shack's dirt floor
The pain of her death cut like a knife
I knew I would return here no more
And carried my babe home to my wife.

June 17,2005

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