by Leona (Heathisforme)
Victoria said to her son fair
“Would you like to go up to the lodge up there?”
Heath nodded his head and headed to the stable
He painted the wagon as fast as he was able.
The road was bumpy and there was a silent crack
But they kept the wagon on the right track.
The road turned to mud and the wagon stuck
But they couldn’t get the wagon out of the muck.
Heath jumped down to see what he could do
And told Victoria to drive as he pushed it out of
the goo.
The axle split, throwing Victoria out.
And trapping the man stout.
Victoria tied a rope to the wagon and a tree
She and the horses tried to set him free.
The rope broke making the wagon fall
Victoria went to get help, trying not to bawl.
She found a man who refused to give her aid
Victoria went back to Heath and prayed
Gives him a lighted lamp , takes the gun
Telling him that she will run.
She found the man once again
Trying to break free of the leg chain
She helps set him free
While she yells at him, “You help me!”
Hours pass and Heath tried to stay wake
As he thinks of everything including his mistake
He forgot to check the wheels when they left
And that made him feel bereft.
He heard a noise and cried out loud
The help never came but he was proud
As he knew his mother would be back
Help was on its way before he would crack.
As the hours went by, a wolf came near
He knew he had to do something, then it was clear
He lit a piece of paper on fire
And scared it away from the mire.
Victoria and the man were at odds with each other
He said, “why bother?”
She learned a little about him
And looked at his body trim.
They finally Heath deep in the mire
So they unloaded the wagon without tire.
The man lifted the wagon up high
As the men grew nigh.
The heard a noise of horse and man
Away hid the man in the bush as fast he can
Victoria told her son of the man in search of love
And hugged Heath in a mother like glove.
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