Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Once Upon A Prairie

Hair thin, wheat bleached
Standing tall under the Nebraska sun
Ramrod tall she was all bone
And sinew strong
Made for holding toddlers in
Check and pinning clothes
On lines between gnarled trees
Hoeing gardens and hauling water
From the creek a mile away
The sun is so thirsty in Nebraska
She scowled at the haze
Rising each day to scorch
Hopes for dewy mornings into submission
One day she cooked breakfast for the children, her man
Washed dishes and pulled her sheaf of hair
From under a brimmed hat
Walked outside and dove into the long grasses
Wave after delicious wave in the wind
She swam

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