The Big Empty is a harsh land, Unfettered, the wind blows free. The mesquite and cotton fields, As far as the eye can see.The Brazos seldom runs full, And the small creeks are mostly dry.Coyotes and wild hogs seeking shade, As the tumbleweeds go rolling by.The Double Mountains on the horizon, And the smell of cedar trees.Little shelter from the scorching sun, Small h...
To access content, please login or purchase a subscription.