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Mountain Trail

Mama's Fruit Cake



The Paper Men

Songs of Home

Poems of the Winchester Ranch

Short Stories


Of Men and Horses

Shoshone Horses

Riding the Train from Lincoln, Nebraska to Casper, Wyoming,
Christmas Vacation, 1958

Stories Told by My Father

Old Bill and Young Bill Robertson

Sam O'Meara

Henry Brown

Feeding the Cowboys

Kinch Kinney

Getting to Town

Spring Mud In Lander

Doc Tunnel and the Arapahoe

The Double Bitted Axe

The Stolen Antelope

Getting Gored

Reflections on
Change and Constancy:
The Winchester Land and Cattle Company

On The Bend of The Little Wind:Poetry of Wyoming

Where the wind blows and the Wind flows:The story of a boy's life in Wyoming

The Wolf is Back

Squaw Mary (195?)

Medicine Wolves

Religion and Spirituality

Voyager II
Jacobs Ladder

Rock of Ages

Brook Reflections


Sanctuary as philosophy of history


Hello! I'm Joe Greig, Professor Emertius, Andrews University, Berrien Springs, Michigan. I am also a writer, quintessentially a poet. I write mostly about the past, especially as I journey back through memory and relive my life from the perspective of the present. I am especially called to my experiences as a young man in Wyoming during the 1940's and 1950's. I grew up on the Wind River Indian Reservation, the Big Horn Flats, Winkleman Dome, at the foot of the Wind River Range of the Rocky Mountains. The wild spaciousness of the prairie and the stark grandeur of the granite peaked mountains looming to the west (both almost empty of human life), gave clarity to the darker, inner space, from which my writing emerges, especially my poetry. I write from the light of dusk and dawn, light either in flight or promised, but never consummated in the expected brilliance which creates a shadow of illusion. If light should dispel the darkness the world would be false. Thus, while I celebrate the creation, it seems always to resonate with a sense of loss: loss of space, freedom, traditional ways of life, loss of people and closely knit relationships. It is in the loss that we recognize the illusion of what we have gained. Many people who read my poetry say it makes them cry. Read ‘em and weep.
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Me and my wife, Dr. Stella Greig, watching water flow under the bridge.