I staked a homestead in my head
laid out boundaries, linear dreams
perpendicular from a creek’s water
flow, extending along imagination’s
bluff, intersecting on the other side
of our hill, deep in prairie grasses
culverts of worries ran to springs
feeding groves of thought; its stone
altar, to rest my case before God;
my children scampered gleefully
in hide and seek, behind new cut
timbers and our frame open house
the gold dog chased behind, barking
slow down now, I can walk from here.
© Jan G. Otterstrom F.
June 21, 2014