Who I am:

A plain girl from the country,
blessed or cursed,
depending on your view,
with a strong body, an able back,
which has doomed me
to carrying my own boxes,
and other heavy burdens,
by myself.

A nester by nature,
who finds life in daily chores
and simple tasks.

Reflective, they say,
I would feel immodest doing so.
I would call it quiet,
perhaps on my high-toned days,
contemplative,
a town word to be sure.

The first unlanded generation
in a long line of farmers,
whose favorite color
has always been green.

I would like to live
in a house with a porch
around three sides of it,
a gallery they used to call it,
before that word moved to town too,
and became the domain of artists
rather than women
shelling peas.