• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 04
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Prudence and a Pitchfork

We came here to be free,
My mother said. They
Trekked to this place
To farm and to leave me
Landlocked. He
Took me up. We
Persevered and ploughed.
I thee'd and thou'd, as expected.
He grew spare and dessicated,
I was young once and fair
Like the old county.
I knew how to smile once,
Now I am hardly there.
You see him, and work
And church and barn
And sacrifice.
My mother said we came here
To be free.
That did not happen,
For her or me.