Mineral oil
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about the usefulness of mineral oil on the farm.
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.
Don’t burn the beef
Cowboy poet Bryce Angell writes about the exquisite experience of eating a good steak that's cooked just right.
One tough cowboy
Bryce Angell recalls the incredible grit of his father's long-time friend Fred.
Country folk
A poem about rural living and country folk by Bryce Angell.
Thank you, Baxter
Bryce Angell recalls advice the late Baxter Black gave him about writing and presenting poetry.
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.
