Little House

In our little house
We have love growing
Wild like blossoms
And Peace like rain
Falling from great heights

In our little house
Hooves of passion
Thunder through us
Sucking the wind
From within our breast

In our little house
You can hear the ocean
Roar in our cupped hands
And taste History
In our acrid sweat

Across a prairie
Draped by cloud
Raked by rain
With rivers rising
A light burns in a window
Of our little house

March, 2004, St Albert