Gasoline and vices
Bryce Angell muses, "I guess I should be thankful for the gasoline high prices. 'Cuz now I don't have money left to pamper all my vices," in a poem.
Running boards
Bryce Angell finds he's a clumsy buffoon without the running boards on his truck.
Just a farmer
A poem about what it means to be "just a farmer" by Bryce Angell.
Rough trail ride
Bryce Angell recaps a rough trail ride in poem form.
Date night
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about how the cost of date night has gone up over the years.
Hard to Catch
Cowboy poet Bryce Angell writes about a horse named Hard to Catch.
My one rodeo
Bryce Angell writes a poem about his first and last time riding a rodeo horse.
Mineral oil
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about the usefulness of mineral oil on the farm.
My Father’s Saddles
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about the significants of his father's saddles to him.
Yellowstone sleepwalker
Did you ever sleepwalk while camping? Bryce Angell crafts a poem about a time he sleepwalked right out of his tent in Yellowstone.
