Hill Rancher The blue smoke from his hand-piled chimney curls Through every season. And his rough boots pack Dim patient paths from stable to log shack. His ploughshare strikes quick fire from flint. Dust swirls. His lean cows crop thin grass, their udders small. Above his fowls the hawks and eagles call.                                            --Edna Davis Romig Reprinted from Sketches and Overtones by Edna Davis Romig. Dorrance, Philadelphia. Copyright, 1936. Fair use. Vintage Colorado Poetry would welcome hearing from the poet's family.
	Vintage Colorado Poetry Poem of the Week August 22, 2005
During the 1930s, Edna Davis Romig's poetry appeared in various regional magazines, including New Mexico Quarterly, Frontier and Midland, and Mesa Verde Notes. She taught at the University of Colorado.
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