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Homesteading Long ago, I settled on this piece of mind, clearing a spot for memory, making a road so that the future could come and go, building a house of possibility. I came across the prairie with only my wagonload of words, fragile stories packed in sawdust. I had to learn how to press a thought like seed into the ground; I had to learn to speak with a hammer, how to hit the nail straight on. When I took up the reins behind the plow, I felt the land, threading through me, stitching me into place. Joyce Sutphen Poetry Volume CLXXVI, Number 1 April 2000 Copyright 2000 by The Modern Poetry Association Copyright 2000 The Daily Poetry Association "http://www.poems.com/today.htm" janet paterson 53 now / 41 dx / 37 onset a new voice: http://www.geocities.com/janet313/ 613 256 8340 PO Box 171 Almonte Ontario Canada K0A 1A0