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.
Show and tell
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about his grandson's unique show-and-tell idea.
Mineral oil
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about the usefulness of mineral oil on the farm.
I hate oatmeal
Bryce Angell shares why he loathes oatmeal in his latest poem.
Blessing of friends
Bryce Angell thanks the Lord for all of his cowboy friends in his latest poem.
Seeing is believing
Bryce Angell shares an old cowboy's final moments as he sat beside to hear his last goodbye.
Cowboy pocketknife
Bryce Angell shares the questionable hygiene practices of pocket knives kept by cowboys in a unique poem.
Where are we Mark?
Bryce Angell shares a story about putting his trust in a fellow cowboy to make a quick return to camp from the Utah desert.
The hayin’ crew
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about the men who helped his father bale his hay.
The farmer’s fight
Bryce Angell personifies every farmer's fight with Mother Nature in this clever poem.
