The Homesteaders
We thought a simple life,
a small cabin after months in
a canvas tent, heating with
cedar wood during the burst
of winter cold
would somehow change the world
to create peace.
We thought a down to earth
spill of sweet well water
located behind the wisteria
and dry stacked stone fence
would keep us drenched in grace
and pull the arc of justice
to wash away sins.
We thought planting and harvesting
our own food and
cultivating herbs, free roam
chickens and caring
for the land
would sustain us indefinitely
and nourish our childrens spirits.
We thought each day, a
healing carousel of change and
community
propelled by perpetual beliefs in
motion aligned with the earth’s spin
would save us from the dark
recesses of injustice.
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I understand your words. Great write…
Thank you so much.
Oh hell yes! Perfect way to capture the essence of that time of thought and action. Beautiful phrasing and details. We were definitely dreamers, weren’t we?
Ahhhhh, yes, we were. “Those were the days, my friend. We thought they’d never end.”
The repetition of ‘We thought’ gives the poem an almost liturgical rhythm–I love the storytelling.
Thank you so much. I love that you identify it as storytelling.
I love your imagery here. Such a great way to capture the feeling.
Thank you very much.