WAY OUT WEST
“You look at these boots, you see nothing but scuffs and dried mud. But every single one of those marks tells a story. This country doesn’t give you anything for free. It tests your patience when the wells run dry, and it tests your spine when the winter wind starts to howl. You don’t conquer a place like this overnight. You just…Read More

Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom’s song
Samuel Francis Smith (1832)
Andrew Dean & The Farm Machine

The call come up from the portals of glory
To come home, for it’s supper time
When all of God’s children
Shall gather around the table
Of the Lord himself
—Ira F. Stamphill