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Plowboy Manifesto
PLOWBOY MANIFESTOBy Don Kenton Henry I was born on a farm in northern IndianaI’m a tractor ridin’ white boy way north of TexarkanaFlag and country come first, and this heah dirtDon’t come and tell me how to vote, don’t tell me how to workA fighter always fights, and a runner’s gonna runDon’t come and mess […]
Bass Reeves U.S. Marshal . . . Commanche Territory
By Don Kenton Henry He rode high in the saddle on his seventeen-hands tall black stallion, Lincoln, as he came out of the chaparral into the dry gulch. The silver conchos on his hatband bounced the sun’s rays onto the red rock cliffs of the ravine while his eyes remained fixed on the path ahead. […]
Every Summer Was A Circus
BY DON KENTON HENRY I grew up in the most magical of places a boy could hope to. A place where every summer day was a circus. And when I was not watching in wondrous amazement . . . I was performing. The place was Peru, Indiana and my home at 333 Sycamore […]
2014 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,600 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 27 trips to carry that many people. Click here to see the […]