Henry Herbert Knibbs (24 October 1874 - 17 May 1945 / Clifton, Ontario)
Poems of Henry Herbert Knibbs
|3.||Bronco Shod With Wings||9/30/2010|
|4.||Do You Remember?||9/30/2010|
|8.||Make Me No Grave||9/30/2010|
|9.||On the Range||4/26/2012|
|11.||Riders Of The Stars||9/30/2010|
|12.||Right Of Way||9/30/2010|
|13.||Roll A Rock Down||9/30/2010|
|14.||So Long, Chinook!||9/30/2010|
|15.||Song Of The Gray Stallion||9/30/2010|
|18.||The Dog Star Pup||9/30/2010|
|19.||The Edge Of Town||9/30/2010|
|20.||The Lone Red Rock||9/30/2010|
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.