A House in the Mountains

A House in the Mountains

A Poem by Amanda

I've made the decision 
That one day I will be in a better place
I will wake up with hope
And a smile on my face

I will move out to the mainlands
And live somewhere in the wood
Or maybe up in the mountains
I would do that if I could

And I’d buy a little house
Overlooking a town below
And I’d go down there every Sunday
And say hello to the people I know

I would meet a nice lad
And we’d really fall in love
And I’d invite him up to my house
Sitting right above

And we’d listen to the mountains
And gaze at the stars
We’d talk about the future
His, mine, and ours

And wolves would howl
From a distant off land
And we’d kiss to the sounds
And he’d hold my hand

The world would be at peace
And I’d fall asleep in my little home
With my boy right next to me
Happier than I’ve ever know

And we’d go on like that
For the years to come
And then a day would arise
When they’d bang the drum

And I’ll walk down the isle
In a dress of sparkling white
And my boy and I will marry
On a silent mountain night

And it will be small
But the best day of my life
That one and only day
I’ll become somebody’s wife

And we’ll live together in the house
Up on the mountain top
And we’ll do everything together
Like eat and sleep and shop

But then months will pass
And my belly will grow big
And we’ll prepare a small room
For our first kid

And the room will be green
And painted with trees
And a crib on the side
That dangles some keys

And the baby will come
When the room is all done
And we’ll welcome into the world
Our very own son

And he’ll grow up with us
In his forest room
And into a sweet little boy
He’ll easily bloom

And we’ll live happily
Up in that little place
And I will wake up everyday
With hope
And a smile on my face

But that’s a long way off
I still live on the coast
But that house and that mountain
Are what I think of most

© 2014 Amanda


Author's Note

Amanda
I want this so bad, but that would probably only come true in my sleep.

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