The Trail-Makers (Henry Herbert Knibbs Poems)
North and west along the coast among the misty islands, Sullen in the grip of night and smiling in the ...
North and west along the coast among the misty islands, Sullen in the grip of night and smiling in the ...
On the silver edge of a vacant star near the trembling Pleiades,A Hobo, lately arrived from earth sat rubbing his ...
The rabbit's ears are flattened and he's squattin' scared and still,Ag'inst the dripping cedar; and the quail below the hillAre ...
Sunny summer day it was when loping in to Laramie,I overtook the Walking Man, reined up and nodded "How!!"He'd been ...
Twenty abreast down the golden street, ten thousand riders marched;Bow-legged boys in their swinging chaps, all clumsily keeping time;And the ...
Now Mr. Boomer Johnson was a gettin' old in spots,But you don't expect a bad man to go wrastlin' pans ...
Only a few of us understood his ways and his outfit queer,His saddle horse and his pack-horse, as lean as ...
Up in Northern Arizonathere's a Ranger-trail that passesThrough a mesa, like a fa(Henry Herbert Knibbs)
Sing me a home beyond the stars, and if the song be fair,I'll dwell awhile with melody--as long as mortal ...
Did you ever wait for daylightwhen the stars along the riverFloated thick and white as snowflakesin the water deep and ...
Come, all you young waddies, I'll sing you a song,Stand back from the wagon--stay where you belong:I've heard you observin' ...
On, out in the West where the riders are ready,They sing an old song and they tell an old tale,And ...
Chinook, you're free: there's plenty pasture there:Your gallant years have earned you more ... andyet ..Go on and graze! Don't ...
The scattering sage stands thin and tenseAs though afraid of the barbed-wire fence;A windmill purrs in the lazy breezeAnd a ...
My pony knickers at the corral bars,The fog drifts landward from the evening sea:The trail we rode is dim beneath ...
Once I heard a Hobo, singing by the tie-trail,Squatting by the red rail rusty with the dew:Singing of the firelight, ...
The bronco's mighty wild and tough,And full of outdoor feelin's:His feet are quick, his ways are rough,He's careless in his ...
Make me no grave within that quiet placeWhere friends shall sadly view the grassy mound,Politely solemn for a little space,As ...
A song of the range, an old-time song,To the patter of pony's feet,That he used to sing as we rode ...
(In the Happy Hunting Grounds)Did the phantom hills seem strange, Quien,When you left the light for the ghostly land?Do you ...
My dam was a mustang white and proud,My sire was as black as a thunder cloud;I was foaled on the ...
"Save your hoss for the hills ahead," is the cowboy's placid song.While his clear eyes follow the twinkling train as ...
Never twice in the world you find,A lad whose heart is the gold you spend,And his free hand of your ...
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