Poems

The Duel Old Pan Handle Johnny was quick on the draw, And a wonderful shot was old Billy McGraw. Old Billy McGraw he expresed the belief […]

The Longhorn Speaks The old long horn looked at the prize winning steer, And he grumbled, “What sort of thing is this here? He ain’t got […]

The Old Time Christmas I liked the way we used to do, when cattle was plenty and folks was few. The people gathered frum far and […]

When They’ve Finished Shipping Cattle in the Fall Though you’re not exactly blue, Yet you don’t feel like you do In the winter, or the long […]

1887 From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have seen it plain, From north and south the sign returns And beacons burn again. Look […]

Along the field as we came by ALONG the field as we came by A year ago, my love and I, The aspen over stile and […]

As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre As through the wild green hills of Wyre The train ran, changing sky and shire, And far behind, […]

Be Still, My Soul, Be Still Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old […]

Bredon Hill In summertime on Bredon The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far and near, A happy […]

Bring, In This Timeless Grave to Throw Bring, in this timeless grave to throw, No cypress, sombre on the snow; Snap not from the bitter yew […]