Alma M. Kaps Poems

He drove to the ranch as the corral was beginning to fill.
A rider was coming behind the herd over the top of the hill.
Two dogs were working back and forth, the dust rose in a swirl.
He did a double take you see, for this rancher was a girl.
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Some people dream of a city so fair,
Waiting for them at the top of the stairs
golden streets to walk up and down
A long white robe, a scepter, a crown.
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