Poem by Arthur Chapman

Men in the Rough

Men in the rough--on the trails all new-broken--
Those are the friends we remember with tears;
Few are the words that such comrades have spoken--
Deeds are their tributes that last through the years.

Men in the rough--sons of prairie and mountain--
Children of nature, warm-hearted, clear eyed;
Friendship with them is a never-sealed fountain;
Strangers are they to the altars of pride.

Men in the rough--curt of speech to their fellows--
Ready in everything, save to deceive;
Theirs are the friendships that time only mellows,
And death cannot sever the bonds that they weave.

1. The Old Dutch Oven
2. The Meeting
3. Valentine Day in Cactus Center
4. The Ostrich-Punching of Arroyo Al
5. Out Where the West Begins

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