Ruth Craig Poems

I didn't write that novel
I've dreamed of for many years
Nor did I climb Mt. Everest
(I'm really scared of heights)
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Over sun-drenched rocks
The stream leaps joyfully
Where drinks the dappled fawn.
The world untamed part
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Morning dawns bright and clear
I sit, coffee cup in hand
Wondering what this day will bring.
I could clean house, there's little need
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