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.
Henrietta’s ashes
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about spreading Henrietta Johnson's ashes from a plane.
Show and tell
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about his grandson's unique show-and-tell idea.
Lop eared Jasper
Bryce Angell's pack mule, Jasper, is cursed with the wonkiest ears as the result of an unfortunate kick to the head.
The coffee pot
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about a clattering coffee pot that caused a lot of chaos on a camping trip.
Skunked by fish
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about a less-than-abundant fishing trip.
The buckin’ barrel
Bryce Angell fell victim to a family legacy in the rodeo and had to prove himself on the buckin' barrel.
A freebie steals your soul
Bryce Angell shares some of his father's wisdom in his most recent poem.
12-of-10
Bryce Angell recalls the unconventional help his cousin Jerry gave him when he was learning to shoot a rifle.
The farmer’s fight
Bryce Angell personifies every farmer's fight with Mother Nature in this clever poem.
