By: Ardis E. Parshall - June 27, 2017 Day’s End By Ora Pate Stewart The fire is dying, and the door is latched;My day is done. Not quite – for in my handThis little pair of trousers must be patchedWhere General Custer made his latest stand. Tomorrow they will ride with Jesse JamesOr die with Crockett for the Alamo.I take a stitch, then coax the fading flamesTo rise where embers were content to glow. I do not ask for more – a little...
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