Henry Herbert Knibbs

(24 October 1874 - 17 May 1945 / Clifton, Ontario)

Henry Herbert Knibbs Poems

1. Bronco Shod With Wings 9/30/2010
2. Punchin' Dough 9/30/2010
3. The Trail-Makers 9/30/2010
4. To My Dog, 9/30/2010
5. Walking John 4/26/2012
6. Largo 4/26/2012
7. Bread 4/26/2012
8. Where The Ponies Come To Drink 9/30/2010
9. The Walking Man 9/30/2010
10. Make Me No Grave 9/30/2010
11. The Dog Star Pup 9/30/2010
12. The Edge Of Town 9/30/2010
13. Song Of The Gray Stallion 9/30/2010
14. The Lost Range 9/30/2010
15. The Shallows Of The Ford 9/30/2010
16. The Rancho In The Rain 9/30/2010
17. The Lone Red Rock 9/30/2010
18. The Long Road West 9/30/2010
19. Riders Of The Stars 9/30/2010
20. Do You Remember? 9/30/2010
21. Sunlight 4/26/2012
22. On The Range 4/26/2012
23. Little Bronc 4/26/2012
24. So Long, Chinook! 9/30/2010
25. The Bronco 9/30/2010
26. Boomer Johnson 9/30/2010
27. Right Of Way 9/30/2010
28. Roll A Rock Down 9/30/2010
29. The Sheep And The Goats 4/26/2012
30. Drink Deep 9/30/2010
Best Poem of Henry Herbert Knibbs

Drink Deep

Never twice in the world you find,
A lad whose heart is the gold you spend,
And his free hand of your heart, in kind,
When the joy of each is to give, not lend:
Yes one shall tarry and one shall sleep,
So while you stand in the sun, drink deep.
Soon, too soon shall the sunlight pass,
And one shall mourn in the starless night,
As he snaps the stem of an empty glass,
That brimmed of old with a brave delight:
And one of you twain must the vigil keep,
So while you stand in the sun, drink deep.

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Boomer Johnson

Now Mr. Boomer Johnson was a gettin' old in spots,
But you don't expect a bad man to go wrastlin' pans and pots;
But he'd done his share of killin' and his draw was gettin' slow,
So he quits a-punchin' cattle and he takes to punchin' dough.

Our foreman up and hires him, figurin' age had rode him tame,
But a snake don't get no sweeter just by changin' of its name.
Well, Old Boomer knowed his business - he could cook to make you smile,
But say, he wrangled fodder in a most peculiar style.

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