Arthur Chapman Never Poems

  • 1.
    I was broke in Arizony, and was gloomy as a tomb
    When I got a chance at punchin' for an outfit called Star-Plume;
    I did n't ask no wherefores, but jest lit out with my tarp,
    As happy as an angel with the newest make o' harp.
    ...
  • 2.
    The old yaller slicker's the cowpuncher's friend-
    His saddle is never without it-
    It's rolled in a bundle and tied at each end,
    But it's ready for service, don't doubt it.
    ...
  • 3.
    He showed up in the springtime, when the geese began to honk;
    He signed up with the outfit, and we fattened up his bronk;
    His chaps were old and tattered, but he never seemed to mind,
    ‘Cause for worryin' and frettin' he had never been designed;
    ...
  • 4.
    Some sigh for cooks of boyhood days, but none of them for me;
    One roundup cook was best of all-'t was with the X-Bar-T.
    And when we heard the grub-pile call at morning, noon, and night,
    The old Dutch oven never failed to cook the things just right.
    ...
  • 5.
    When walkin' down a city street,
    Two thousand miles from home,
    The pavestones hurtin' of the feet
    That never ought to roam,
    ...
  • 6.
    There's a new grace up on Boot Hill, where we've planted Rowdy Pete;
    He died one evenin', sudden, with his leather on his feet;
    He was Cactus Center's terror with that work of art, the Colt,
    But, somehow, without warnin', he up and missed his holt.
    ...
  • 7.
    Out among the big things-
    The mountains and the plains-
    An hour ain't important,
    Nor are the hour's gains;
    ...
Total 7 Never Poems by Arthur Chapman

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