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*** A feather flows upon the breeze, Spying a red tailed hawk in the sky above. Blackhorse looked at me with deepened love. For thirty-three years I dreamed of that man. He reached across the truck and took my hand. They are a sign of good luck, he explained to me. We watched it gliding gracefully above the trees. The month passed by, snow clouds filled the sky. If I stayed in It was six below zero when we kissed good-bye. It would only be a few months apart, I didn’t cry. Not knowing what the future would bring. I returned to my Blackhorse in the spring. He was unresponsive and distant, just not the same. Didn't want a relationship, just friends we’d remain. Alone in his truck, shattered dreams within my head. In the middle of the road, a red tailed hawk lay dead. A feather flows upon the breeze…
Kathy was the first person to win both
Peoples Choice and Judges Choice
at Condesa and Chase Von's
Poetic Corner for her poem
Red Tailed Hawk
mingled with multi-colored leaves.
bringing with it scattered memories.
Copyright © 2006 kgcummings
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The Epic of Old Buckshot
Ghost From the Past
Here is the setting for this
fictitious old western story.
’Twas a cool autumn afternoon in
the northern Wyoming Territory.
People in Stuart were conducting
their usual business affairs.
Two old timers sat playing checkers
on the General Store porch chairs.
Ol’ Rex looked down the road
that led into town.
Rubbing his eyes,
his face squinted a frown.
A lone rider leading a team of
four pack horses drew near.
If the men only knew,
their hearts would show fear.
“Looks like a miner comin’ to
town to cash in some gold dust.”
“Yup, reckon ’e didn’t wanna git stuck
in the mountains at the first snow gust.”
As the rider drew closer, they noticed
the packs hung close to the ground.
When the stranger passed by,
neither old timer uttered a sound.
Both of them knew they
weren’t carrying ore sacks.
A dead body was strapped
across each horses’ back.
He would stay outta town,
if they had their druthers.
As they say in the old west,
“Bastards always have brothers.”
Copyright © 2006 kgcummings
First posted online in 2006, this Western Epic was divided into sixty episodes that were submitted one per day. Within a short time, readers around the globe were signing on to their computers to read what happened next.
It's popularity earned Ms. Cummings awards at www.worldofpoets.com, and poets.com.
It is now at www.authorsden.com/kgcummings under My Poetry.
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