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Anchor

Darker than the inside of a coffin,
Roof is rattling like a big ole drum,
I’m out standing in the fury,
Watching both hell and highwater come.

Don’t know how long it’s been raining.
Don’t know when it’ll turn to gray,
But this here bridge, I know it needs an anchor,
Or else, it’ll off and float away.

Find some wagons with some ballast –
Everyone with a pair of hands.
A team of horses. Covered lanterns.
Drive ‘em on the floorboard ends.

Now it’s the watching and the waiting
To see of our plan will hold.
Can’t do much else; find some shelter,
Everyone silent, soaked, and cold.

Mind thunder moment – my focus shifts back
To my acreage, hearth, and kids.
Hopefully, I’ll keep them anchored,
Like the floor of the riverbed.

Don’t know how long it’s been raining.
Don’t know when it’ll turn to gray,
But don’t we all…need ourselves an anchor
Or else, we’ll off and float away.