• A Last Lament

    Singing songs and telling jokes
    And drinking their whiskey straight
    When out of the din there came a croak
    From a feller’ as sudden as fate I’m poor and I’m tired of this life I’ve led... more »

  • Beauty

    As elusive as a fleeting smile,
    As broad as the vagabond sea,
    Deep in thought we ponder a while
    On beauty and the things that we see. The paintings and pictures beautific... more »

  • Missour’s Seasons

    The dogwood that's blooming on top of the hill
    The meadow larks soft melodious trill
    The daffodils brightness by my window still
    The fragrance of springtime is always a thrill The wip-poor-will calling a song to his mate... more »