The Bunkhouse The bunkhouse on the cattle ranch    Was lowly, but at night When its small window was aglow    We hurried to that light, And merrily we trooped within    And flung our saddles down, And there were tales for all to hear    Told by the plainsmen brown. The bunkhouse walls were papered o'er    With scraps from everywhere --- With pictures of great battleships    And ladies who were fair ; And all could read strange bits of news,    While many comrades' scrawls Were written there, illegibly,    Upon the bunkhouse walls. I've traveled many miles since then,    But oft, when sets the sun, I think about the bunkhouse, low,    Where cowboys, one by one, Came strolling in to chat and smoke    And play a game of cards ; I'd even stand for their long snores ---    Where are you, good old pards !                -- Arthur Chapman From Out Where the West Begins and Other Western Verses by Arthur Chapman, Boston, 1917.
					Vintage Colorado Poetry Poem of the Week for Veterans Day November 11th
			Arthur Chapman is most remembered for his enduring poem "Out Where the West Begins," from his Denver newspaper days. Chapman's "The Bunkhouse" seems apt for Veterans Day, with World War II veterans most in mind.
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