Scott Whitby, 2020 You bothered mine I can bother too I'm not a bully But I'm bigger than you Some things aren't worth it But others are...

Scott Whitby, 2020 The good ol' days Or are they right now? What was good about then Hungry, poor, and an old plow Now we got money We...

Scott Whitby, 2020 Just clear the spot Then string a line And dig the holes For a fence so fine! Was it that easy? Or could it have been...

Scott Whitby, 2021 I work at guitar Don't pretend I can I work so hard to play Will my wife be my fan? Where I started, I come so far...

Scott Whitby, 2020 Who could make a poem About a girl so good? No way to explain her I can't do it, who could? What about a song?...

Scott Whitby, 2021 I wish she liked me better And my kids didn't fuss I wish I was a better man I wish I didn't cuss Not sure I was...

Scott Whitby, 2020 That tailgate on Summer nights When nothing was wrong Cicadas or crickets sang a song A little cold after dark But...

Scott Whitby, 2020 Eaton bottom and river Everyone so poor Nothing else there Except Johnson Hay Store Old wood stove Old wood store...

Scott Whitby, 2020 I sit on this porch Drink some alcohol Listen to the birds Think about it all Sometimes I figure it out Other times I...

Scott Whitby, 2020 Back from the war Brought our mom home Torn from the West To raise three sons Elizabeth community Not even nowhere...

Scott Whitby, 2020 We'd sneak through the woods Apprehensive and alarmed Afraid to get caught Visiting that house so charmed It didn't...

Scott Whitby, 2020 Back to school today To fill the mind Doesn't seem bothered Just gentle and kind Likes to be ready Both her room and...

Scott Whitby, 2020 Many people you meet Friends some will be Which ones ever You never can see The first friend of child So powerful and...

Scott Whitby, 2020 I was ten So secure Felt happy Safe for sure Then fifteen All upside down Nothing good Except the frown Turned twenty...

Scott Whitby, 2020 Such dread Barely less than fear The cows are out I thought the fence was clear Phone rings Late Sunday night They're...

Scott Whitby, 2020 What is past that cloud? Is there blue on the other side? Are there birds Or is that too high? This cloud is white But...

Scott Whitby, 2020 A Martin comes another Spring Searching for a hole just right Purple feathers, slick and sheen She follows soon, she...

Scott Whitby, 2020 Our daddy plowed dirt Our momma fixed hair No time for something else Probably wasn't fair We came along easier They...

Scott Whitby, 2020 Seventeen Couldn't get hurt Knew everything Impressive with no shirt Stout Brown from the sun Lift anything Should see...

Scott Whitby, 2020 We know you are there You think you can hide Nothing less than a coward Attack from behind, no pride Little babies and...