Listen to the poem above “Hideo and the Fox Farm” © 2011 by Jane Shoenfeld
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From the sky a person can see that the mammoth curving mound of grassy earth is formed into a giant snake. It lies not far from restored ruins of the pious Harmonists’ colony founded amidst the Shawnee inheritors of this serpent mound. Today a Frontier Festival — pumpkin-laden Among these legs and high spirits When people grasp it’s not a fake, As Harmonists had prayed to fold At this day’s fete the serpent raises its head when this Hester of a woman stoops slide back to the earth. after Lisa Couturier’s “The Hopes of Snakes” Published in Quiddity reprinted in Algonquins Planted Salmon, Red Mountain Press
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