By Russ Farrell My wife is afraid of the deadly brown snake, Afraid of the garden one, too. Just seeing, she shudders, when shivers, she shakes, She kicks up a hullabaloo. Our two oldest daughters, they learned from their ma Her fear of the temper of Eve” They’d shiver and shudder and scream if they…
By Russ Farrell This old range in the kitchen We fed it alder wood. The darn thing made more ashes Than sixteen smokers should. The pan would fill I two days’ time, The draft plugs up in four, And Saturday when I come home The stove wouldn’t draw no more. I…
By Russ Farrell This old Gus Nystrom, he lived down the road a-ways in a small shack affair and done his own cooking, on account of he was the only one living there. He’d quit the carpenter trade and was taking it pretty easy, except for some steelheading and stalking the mowich, except he would…
By Russ Farrell We had ridden up the mountain In the morning clear and still To find a mighty wind a-raging At the summit of the hill. So that nice October morning We laid our saws away And headed for the valley Till a safer falling day. At nine o’clock she told me… Me a-standing…
Russ Farrell Well, he canned me, the guy he fired me. Says he,” Go up and get your time.” Says he, “The way you’ve stood around You ain’t worth a lousy dime.” An’ I got mad. These Supers Always think they’re so damned smart. I says, “Before you can a guy …