Sightlessly she gazes into the future
Babe in one arm, rifle in the other
Her husband kneels beside her
Good Book in hand.
What do those eyes see?
Bounty and prosperity?
Dust and devouring locusts?
She has cast her lot with a prayerful optimist.
Meanwhile their hound lies watchfully
He doesn’t see the future, he sees the now
Ready to rouse them from prayers and musings
Should danger approach.
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