No man can be a failure if he thinks he’s a success; If he thinks he is a winner, then he is.

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in, A race that can’t sit still;So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.They range the field and rove...

I have no doubt at all the Devil grins,As seas of ink I spatter. Ye gods, forgive my “literary” sins –The other kind don’t matter.

The QuitterWhen you’re lost in the Wild, and you’re scared as a child, And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you’re sore as a boil, it’s according to Hoyle To cock your revolver...

There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting; It’s luring me on as of old; Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting So much as just finding the gold. It’s the great, big, broad land...

Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, grovelled down, yet grasped at glory,Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole? ‘Done things’ just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story,Seeing through the nice veneer the...

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.

There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold;The Northern Lights have seen queer...

My Inner LifeTis true my garments threadbare are,And sorry poor I seem;But inly I am richer farThan any poet’s dream.For I’ve a hidden life no oneCan ever hope to see;A sacred sanctuary noneMay share with...

The Wanderlust has got me… by the belly-aching fire