PoetryThis poem is the true story of when Sarge and Leslie were homeless with two children and a third child on the way. Thanks to Sarge's survival skills and Leslie's pioneer spirit, they did not have to be homeless in a big city.
The Flood Of '83
©1992 Sarge Lintecum
One time when city livin'
Became more than I could afford,
I took my wife and children
To a place with free room and board.
We moved out in the boonies
And in case a ranger came,
So we could be there legal,
I decided to stake a claim.
We made our camp at the junction
Of Temporal and Gringo Gulch.
The scenery was breathtaking
And the soil felt like mulch.
I stacked stones at each corner
Till they were three feet high.
I didn't have a measuring tape
So I did it all by eye.
For two months we were happy;
The kids had room to run.
I made them bows and arrows;
Our days were filled with fun.
Then the sky turned black with thunder
And lightening crashed all around.
We brought our two dobie guard dogs
In the truck so they wouldn't drown.
Four days and nights the rain came down
But we stayed dry inside,
Till some town folks came sayin' we should come in
Before the stream's too wide.
We got a rope across the water
So we could all hang on,
'Cause if you were to fall on a slippery rock
In a second you would be gone.
Well we all made it out to safety
And soon we were dry and warm,
But you know when I think back on those days
I don't hardly think of the storm.
I can see my wife smile by the campfire;
I can hear her sweet laugh in the sun.
She made us prickly pear jelly
To go on a freshly baked bun.
You could say back then we were homeless,
But I just remember the fun.
When the worst times leave you fond memories,
You know that you're with the right one.
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