Hank Nelson grew up in a logging camp in Oregon, and worked as a timber faller for more than thirty years. He now works part-time as a bus driver, raconteur, and guide for cruise ship passengers in Alaska. The poems and songs he has composed about loggers often are "stories of people that are facing hard times." But there are "good times too. That's the great thing about music and poetry. It lifts you up, or it causes you to do some introspection. Where would we be without it?"
The Coyote
If you get back off the interstates
And away from urban trends,
You'll find a coyote doesn't have
A multitude of friends.
But I kind of like to see one,
Or hear him greet the day.
He's sort of part of our old West
That's fading fast away.
Though he demands his tribute
I'll let him have his due.
Let him take his cut, and welcome.
I guess it's his world, too.
From Cowboy Curmudgeon and Other Poems by Wallace McRae. Reprinted with permission.