Arthur Chapman Home Poems Poets Arthur Chapman Poems Out Where the West Begins by Arthur Chapman First Line Second Line The Pony Express by Arthur Chapman The eddies swirl in the treacherous ford, And the clouds gather dark ahead. The Westerner by Arthur Chapman I'll never go where hills can't smile Upon me, day and night, The Water-Carrier by Arthur Chapman Steep is the trail to the mesa above her— Maid of the Zuñi-foik, tall and bare-armed; The Old Sheep Wagon by Arthur Chapman I have heard men long for a palace, but I want no such abode, For wealth is a source of trouble, and a jeweled crown is a load; The Old Dutch Oven by Arthur Chapman Some sigh for cooks of boyhood days, but none of them for me; One roundup cook was best of all—'twas with the XBar-T.