Britches in a dither
Bryce Angell's tries to get his money's worth from a new pair of jeans.
The humble wife
A wife sitting at her husband's beside in the hospital reminds Bryce Angell of the healing powers of the Lord.
Just a farmer
A poem about what it means to be "just a farmer" by Bryce Angell.
Mumblety-Peg
Bryce Angell recalls a close call playing the game Mumblety-Peg during his childhood.
Don’t burn the beef
Cowboy poet Bryce Angell writes about the exquisite experience of eating a good steak that's cooked just right.
Thank you, Baxter
Bryce Angell recalls advice the late Baxter Black gave him about writing and presenting poetry.
Country folk
A poem about rural living and country folk by Bryce Angell.
One tough cowboy
Bryce Angell recalls the incredible grit of his father's long-time friend Fred.
Cowboy pocketknife
Bryce Angell shares the questionable hygiene practices of pocket knives kept by cowboys in a unique poem.
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.
