Here is another great poem by legendary Arthur Chapman
Out Among the Big Things
Out among the big things —
The mountains and the plains —
An hour ain’t important,
Nor are the hour’s gains;
The feller in the city
Is hurried night and day,
But out among the big things
He learns the calmer way.Out among the big things —
The skies that never end —
To lose a day ain’t nothin’,
The days are here to spend;
So why not give ‘em freely,
Enjoyin’ as we go?
I somehow can’t help thinkin’
The good Lord means life so.Out among the big things —
The heights that gleam afar —
A feller gets to wonder
What means each distant star;
He may not get an answer,
But somehow, every night
He feels, among the big things,
That everything’s all right.From Out where the West Begins, 1917
Out Where the West Begins
Out where the handclasp’s a little stronger
Out where the smile dwells a little longer
That’s where the West begins;
Out where the sun is a little brighter,
Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter,
Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter,
That’s where the West begins,
Out where the skies are a trifle bluer,
Out where the friendship’s a little truer,
That’s where the West begins;
Where there is laughter in every streamlet flowing,
Where there is more of reaping and less of sowing-
That’s where the West begins
Out where the world is in the making
Where fewer hearts with despair are aching-
That’s where the West begin;
Where there’s more of singing a less of sighing,
Where there ‘s more of giving and less of buying,
And a man makes friends without half trying,
That’s where the West begins.
Cowman‘s Prayer Now, O Lord, please lend me thine ear, The prayer of a cattleman to hear, No doubt the prayers may seem strange, But I want you to bless our cattle range. Bless the round-ups year by year, And don’t forget the growing steer; Water the lands with brooks and rills For my cattle that roam on a thousand hills. Prairie fires, won’t you please stop? Let thunder roll and water drop. It frightens me to see the smoke; Unless it’s stopped, I’ll go dead broke. As you, O Lord, my herd behold, It represents a sack of gold; I think at least five cents a pound Will be the price of beef the year around. One thing more and then I’m through,— Instead of one calf, give my cows two. I may pray different from other men But I’ve had my say, and now, Amen. Author: unknown