Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Nellie Pederson Christensen

Pioneer Woman

Nellie girl,
Mark well the music of the blue fjords
Strumming their glaciered mountains;
And store for future desert thirst
The snow-touched streamlets.
Remember, as well as your nineteen summers can,
And write it all in the Book of Forever.
Slip into your mind’s valise
You go alone,
And for you, Lot’s child,
There will be no mirrored glance.
No, never.
Ocean Journey
Night, Nellie girl,
Time for star wondering
And moon dreaming.
White sea tongues
Lap the Tapscott’s planked seams,
And dream doors open,
Beckoning fantasy’s return:
You can escape the ponderous now.
And restless wave.
Your young body and spirit,
Alike in strength,
Spend themselves freely
In love-rewarded labor.
Nellie girl, look—
The handcarts are prepared.
Outstretched wooden arms
Strain for your firm clasp.
Frail willow, along the way
You bend—but there is Andrew,
Who at journey’s end
Will husband your eternity.
Days merge and melt
Vast upon the glowing plain,
Their ovened glaze,
Proclaiming Stoddard’s Company
Tenth and last.
Mount Pleasant
Zion, Nellie girl,
Your soul’s thirst quenched;
Sheltered deep at first
In a dugout nest of sod
You bear Nicoline, Andrew, David,
Christian, Nephi, Bertha, Hilda—
Spirits from whose seed
Will come an apostle of God.
Now thirty-five, heart spent,
Your loved ones grieve;
For He dispatched twin angels
Who come to take your hands
And lead you gently home
To rest.

Found in the L.D.S. Ensign, January 1977

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