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Kathy was the first person to win both
Peoples Choice

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Judges Choice

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at Condesa and Chase Von's
Poetic Corner for her poem:

Red Tailed Hawk

A feather flows upon the breeze,
Mingled with multi-colored leaves.
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, snow clouds filled the sky.
If I stayed Michigan all Winter, I knew I'd die.
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, 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...
Along with it, scattered memories.

 Copyright © 2006 kgcummings


Poetry books containing one, or more poems by kgcummings


The Epic of Old Buckshot



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 ol' 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.”
“Reckon’e didn’t wanna git stuck in the mountains at snow's first gust.”

As the rider drew close, they noticed 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. Readers around the globe were signing on to their computers to read the next exciting chapter. The popularity of The Epic of Old Buckshot earned Kathy awards at, and


The Giant Sequoyah

This poem paying tribute to a great Cherokee
was contributed by the author for publication on our website.
Wado ("thanks") to Kathy for the opportunity to share it with our visitors.

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