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
Waiting for a Bite at Otter Creek
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
Rockin R in 1972
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