A Promise Made Is A Debt Unpaid.

Now A Promise Made Is A Debt Unpaid, And The Trail Has Its Own Stern Code.

Write Verse, Not Poetry. The Public Wants Verse. If You Have A Talent For Poetry, Then Don't By Any Means Mother It, But Try Your Hand At Verse.

The Wanderlust Has Got Me... By The Belly-aching Fire

Just Draw On Your Grit; It's So Easy To Quit - It's The Keeping Your Chin Up That's Hard.

The Lonely Sunsets Flare Forlorn Down Valleys Dreadly Desolate; The Lonely Mountains Soar In Scorn As Still As Death, As Stern As Fate.