Chisholm Poems - Poems about Chisholm

... "Great Is Thy Faithfulness" Scripture: Lamentations 3:22-23 Lyrics: Thomas Obediah Chisholm (1866-1960) Music: William Marion Runyan (1870-1957) Copyright status is Public Domain Great......

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...The ol' saddle warn't much to look at but it was all Buck could afford. He paid Billy five bucks fer it when Billy died and loped to his eternal reward! The saddle fit his hoss Dan like an ol' shoe a......

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...In the 1600's, Europeans lived on the eastern shore Their numbers grew, they wanted more. Iroquios, Sauk, Ottawa, and Mohawk were tribes they met Too many and more, paid our forefathers' debt. Me......

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...They say life is like a sit-com, “Honeymooners” reruns play on down the years; They say life is like a soap opera— You wash your dishes and then you dry your tears. They say life is like a cop ......

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...They say life is like a sit-com, “Honeymooners” reruns play on down the years; They say life is like a soap opera— You wash your dishes and then you dry your tears. They say life is like a cop ......

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...There’s an empty place by the campfire That no one had noticed before— Once filled with poems and old stories About the Old West and its lore. I can still hear the tin cups clanking, The soft ......

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...Give me a "Home On The Range" Where my granpa once roamed Out on the lone prairie From "Deep In The Heart Of Texas" He cummed up the trail Following the "Cowboys Dream" All the way to "The C......

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...I'm on my way to a different day A day of long ago. Where the buffalo roam And the long horns groan As down the trail they go. There isn't much time for them to graze The drovers push t......

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...So you think you know just how us cowboys should behave But listening to your jawing, I hear Chisholm spinning in his grave A Cowboy who don’t drink or cuss, I’ll tell you that’s not right Ain’t y......

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...Sidney Irwin, was his name, From Texas he did come. A lad of only fourteen years, He's just begun to roam. He joined his brother's cattle drive, Along the Chisholm Trail Pushing cattle to the......

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...Locked in the history through the doors of his mind Are the remains of an unwritten contract he signed. The rules he lived by with his own flesh and bone, Wrote in his blood and signed alone. An ......

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...Cresting the rise, a glare in his eyes. Squinting as sharp shards of sun reflect off the river. His gloved hand instinctively shadows his face. Dust in the wind, talcum powder thin coating, ca......

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