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Jeb
By Don Kenton Henry He rode high in the saddle on his seventeen hands tall black stallion, Lincoln, as he came out of the chaparral into the dry gulch. The silver conchos on his hat band bounced the sun’s rays onto the red rock cliffs of the ravine while his eyes remained fixed on the […]
SECOND KISS (PUT TO POEM)
By Don Kenton Henry Often I reflect on a memory I count among the better And feel the fullness of her breasts beneath that cotton sweater I feel the tenderness of her lips The warmth of her breath upon my chest All this then some to come under dim gymnasium lights I recall […]
