Byron’s broken leg
Bryce Angell crafts a peom about his friend Byron's trip back to town after a rowdy mare broke his leg.
Worthless horse
Bryce Angell shares the tale of a horse named Indie in his most recent 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.
Christmas for Axel
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about a cowboy in need on Christmas.
Running boards
Bryce Angell finds he's a clumsy buffoon without the running boards on his truck.
My Grandson’s Loan
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about giving his grandson a loan.
Farm Driving
Bryce Angell reflects on how he learned to drive, and the necessity of driving at a young age when you live on a farm.
Mumblety-Peg
Bryce Angell recalls a close call playing the game Mumblety-Peg during his childhood.
Cowboy pocketknife
Bryce Angell shares the questionable hygiene practices of pocket knives kept by cowboys in a unique poem.
My one rodeo
Bryce Angell writes a poem about his first and last time riding a rodeo horse.