Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
NothinSomethinLaura Sherry
From “Ridge People”
I
And yet it’s somethin’.
Kinda nice—
A hill of boulders
Smilin’ in the sun.
I only took it because ’twas cheap.
I wasn’t one of them
That had the earnin’ guts
To pick and choose.
My girl and I have worked
To coax the crops around these stones.
She was pretty once—
Lord, now her bones stick out
Like ridge-poles in a tent.
I ain’t complainin’.
The land—
She’d say it wasn’t any good
Except to hold the world together.
It’s held her
And me.