FRANK B. MOSON
and the boys of the O R, R O, and Turkey Track
My coffee I boil without being ground.
The fire I kindle with chips gathered round.
My books are the brooks, my sermons the stones;
My parson’s a wolf on pulpit of bones.
The sky is my ceiling; my carpet’s the grass;
My music’s the lowing of herds as they pass.
--Ballad of The Trail Boss.