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Homesteading
Laura D. Card
Laura D. Card, “Homesteading,” Religious Educator 1, no. 1 (2000): 105.
Laura D. Card was a doctoral student in the University Writing Program at the University of Utah when these poems were published.
I spring from our dugout door,
shovel blade raised,
Thrust
to sever fangs from coils;
Leap
Two feet further
to snatch infant Lydia in
quaking aspen arms
from Payson dust,
then stagger
into our one chair.
Last night a mouse
ran cross my face,
then James’.
Not one week since
four-year-old Moroni
presented a tarantula
on a juniper branch.
James shook
green scorpions from his
boot this morning
before plowing,
not the first.
There was not such
in all green England
where we owned naught.
Here we own
faith
and 160 acres.
