Debra Coppinger Hill Poems

Mustangs

I went to work for him that year,
early on in the fall.
It was my job to help feed,
water and clean the stalls.... more »

Ghost Dance

While the Ancestors worshipped
they shot them one and all.
They thought they had stopped the dance
as they watched the Old Ones fall.... more »

Dinner For One

On cold days
when the stock is gathered
near the tanks
and the steam rises from the water... more »

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