They buried the husband soon after near three little markers they found, they carried young Matthew away then away from that unyieldin' ground. Some twenty years later a cowboy rode up to that same spot again, and took off his hat in remembrance of the fam'ly he'd lost to that land. Then looked to the west and a sunset o'er the prairie he'd now come to know, where cattle now grazed in abundance and a sea of green grass fairly flowed. We're proud to have three pages of Rod Nichols' poetry. This is page three .
Page one is here .
Page two is here . We sure do like havin' folks' poems. All the poems here are entered in our Lariat Laureate Contest . We're fixin' to publish The Big Roundup , which will have the best of the poems we get.