Homestead #1

Homestead 1

On the other side of the barbed wire fence
The horizon boasts a doorless entry.
All six-foot-two crawled in from the prairie grass
No hat, no boots, just she.
A sturdy pioneer who withstood dustbowls and hailstorms crossing the plains
She arrived parched and delirious, unable to speak.
She and her story saddle the threshold.

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