Coffee at dawn, drumming
the Honey Locust—
old men talk, listening.
Coffee at dawn, drumming
the Honey Locust—
old men talk, listening.
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NATIVE HARMONIES: ranch poems






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That picture and poem make me pine to live again in America!
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