"My ceiling the sky, my carpet the grass,
my music the lowing of herds as they pass;
my books are the brooks, my sermon the stones,
my parson's a wolf on a pulpit of bones."
- Allen McCanless (cowboy poet) 1885
my music the lowing of herds as they pass;
my books are the brooks, my sermon the stones,
my parson's a wolf on a pulpit of bones."
- Allen McCanless (cowboy poet) 1885
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