Best Bunyan Poems

Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers Minnesota
Before Paul Bunyan flattened it
To resemble North Dakota.

Paul's blue ox Babe was equal to
Most anything he'd ask.
A job that takes machines today,
Babe found an easy task.

When Minnesota was cleared off
To Paul's high satisfaction,
He looked around for more to...

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 As I was about to enter the frontier of a forest
I was greeted by a Bunyan tree at the very entrance
It started talking to me in a language audible 
That could be wisely deciphered as follows;

“I am a Bunyan tree, full of magic and...

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Pro Patria Mori

Missouri volunteers bit bullets, watched
as Santa Ana's baggage washed
their brazen hair, hip deep
in the Rio Grande.
The ancient river moved across the land
Like slow drool down a leather cheek.

Bang! Paul Bunyan's balls
rolled down the Great Divide, rattled
across the porcelain sea.
Oh, the girls!
Hair hot and...

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I was helpless,
             I was shining.
You were knowing.
	and bestowing.
When my steps were unsteady,
you held my hand.
	You were ready.
Age is just a number, you said
	grinning broadly like a
little girl repeating a loving fib.
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