Poems by Arthur Chapman
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The Magic Mulligan
... I could hear gold harps a-twangin' and my rough thoughts seemed to melt ...
The High-Heeled Boots
... But now theyve fenced the water-hole, theyre harrowing the plain, ...
Christmas Shopping in Cactus Center
... It was old and scratched and speckled, for 't was in his case for years, ...
The Dude Center
... When his daily toil is through ...
Arroyo Al on Worry
... Seems like, when this here world was made ...
October on the Sheep Range
... Jest like ten thousand souls, all lost, ...
The Meeting
... He smelled the sagebrush, durn his hide ...
The Ostrich-Punching of Arroyo Al
... But that noose ain't pinched his thorax 'fore several things occurred: ...
Moving Pictures in Cactus Center
... "'Cause," we say, "it makes us nervous--nay, we may say, peeved and cross-- ...
The Old Yaller Slicker
... Then the night-herd's asleep, where the round-up tents show, ...
Pete's Error
... Pete had follered out his programme and had passed the fightin word ...
The Diamond Hitch
... While strong and deft hands show their knack ...
Out Among the Big Things
... The mountains and the plains ...
Out Where the West Begins
... Where theres more of singing and less of sighing, ...
The Cowboys Homing
... So we let Bill kinder babble bout these things we know so well, ...
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