Poems by Henry Herbert Knibbs
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Where the Ponies Come to Drink
... In just a minute he was pretty hard to find ...
Punchin' Dough
... When you crawl from your roll and the ground it is froze ...
Make Me No Grave
... Clear gleam the trails whereon the vanished ride, ...
The Lost Range
... " That's what he'd say when we hailed him as we met him along the trail, ...
The Bronco
... He'll turn your steer, and make you ride, ...
Right Of Way
... Oh, he'll make his time and we'll take our time with plenty of room to roam, ...
Roll A Rock Down
... It's a high, rocky trail with its switch-backs and doubles, ...
The Dog Star Pup
... But the pup knew naught of these changes wrought since crossing the Great Divide, ...
The Lone Red Rock
... Where the call of the quail from the mountain-side ...
The Long Road West
... "When you've saved your cash and when you've done your hitch, sir ...
So Long, Chinook!
... you're free. Why don't you kick and squeal and act like--well, ...
The Trail-Makers
... Wind and wolf they found the bones that blazed out lonely trails&hellip ...
The Edge Of Town
... When the hill-stream roars from the far-off height, ...
Drink Deep
... And one shall mourn in the starless night, ...
Song Of The Gray Stallion
... Where the strong ones live and the weak ones die, ...
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