Next to the shack

Warmth around a fire where all them would fed

The kids , they would play with fire

They were warned they would pee in bed

A father , the breadwinner provided wood

This was life far from the city

Where water was boiled , from the river

Next to the shack

Where dreams were shared ,

Stories would bring wonder like stars

Sometimes stories were means to fight the hunger

Hunger , maybe for success

But It was soon satisfied with “pap and potatoes”

That looked like potatoe mash

Next to the shack

A big family sat ,

A toddler on the old man’s lap

Refusing to rest

Because the whole family was next to the shack

Without them the shack would never be a nest