All Is Not Gold That Glitters

Come Gather ’round all you kids And listen to my story, About some of the trials and temptations You will find on the road to glory. You go to school for many years, To get your education. Then you start out with high hopes Of climbing to some high station. Some will get a job, some will not. They don’t like this nor that. They want to be “big league”, and talk big, But they are only “talking...

The Almighty Dollar

I have never made much money, Nor acquired many worldly goods. But I have had a lot of fun exploring, The rugged hills and woods. I have sat by many a campfire, In wild and lonely places. And in the leaping flames could see Myriads of tormented faces. Of people grubbing their lives away, Chasing the almighty dollar. If a single one eludes them, They set up an awful holler. Some slave and toil and till the soil, The very...

The Simple Truth

If you think of going mining, Better stop and think some more. For if you do, you’ll be worse off Than you ever were before. Every cent you can beg or borrow, Will go into the ground. You never will be satisfied, ‘Till you have drilled another ‘round’. You will work like a fool From daylight ‘till dark, You will find that mining Isn’t much of a lark. What little rest you get Won’t do you much good. When you should be...

The Mistreated Pup

It was the middle of winter and awfully bleak, The water was frozen, in pond and creek. The snow was deep, frigid and white, As the little pup suffered alone in the night. He had been thrown from a big shining car, Had landed in a ditch, with a bonebreaking jar. The car sped away, was soon out of sight, Leaving the broken legged puppy, in a terrible plight. He whimpered and moaned, and howled with pain But there was no kind...

A Midnight Feast

A Midnight Feast A coyote sat upon a hill, Far above the valley, And broadcast the news about his kill, A call for kin to rally. From across a canyon to the north, An answer comes a ringing. From the south, and east, and west, Come echoes of their singing. One by one they gathered ‘round, The bleeding doe there on the ground. And ate their fill, ‘mid snarling sound. Two deer less next year. ~Kenneth Browning Photo...