FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

Bygone Days of the Old West

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Fred Lambert

That Dog-Gasted Saxophone

We were playing penny ante; At the Cross-Bar-Lazy-B.

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Fred Lambert

Liquid Gold

Th' ol' miner sniffs th' mornin' air, Fer there's Apache injuns high.

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Fred Lambert

Sun of the West Goodnight

Sun of the West, good-night, good-night.

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Fred Lambert

The Old Water Hole

An eagle sat on a bleak sand dune; In the after part of a day in June.

Cowboy Meditations

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Wade Lane

Adios, Amigo

By our fireside we shall greet yuh; In the dusk er in the dawn.

Cowboy Meditations

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Wade Lane

All's Well

Standin' spell-boun' an' puny on Nature's highway o' the west.

Cowboy Meditations

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Wade Lane

Ambitious

Oh! Spirit o' the Universe!

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Fred Lambert

Buffalo Skulls

White spots scattered on the prairie grass, Symbol of life from a day that is dead.

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Fred Lambert

When the West Calls

There's something keeps pulling, keeps pulling at me -- And somehow I'm never at ease.

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Fred Lambert

Sagetang

There's somethin' when y're sniffin', A-smellin' of the sage.

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Fred Lambert

The Desert

A limitless waste of sage and sand; Which reaches afar the sky.

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Fred Lambert

In th' Long Ago

Th' cold winds of ol' December; Are sweepin' o'er the grassy sea.

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Fred Lambert

The Cowboy's Return

Three years had Chico wandered, Gleaning funds to work his claim.

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Fred Lambert

Prairie Dogs

Friendly little devils, you can lay to that, Khaki colored, sorter, an' their bodies fat.

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Fred Lambert

The Cabin of Logs on the Hill

Near the pass of Palo Flechado; Far back in the mountains of Taos.

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Fred Lambert

The Grizzly Bear

I'm ridin' down the canyon -- Fer I've nothin' much to do.

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Fred Lambert

The Night Rider

Sunset-th' colors glow; Upon th' clouds an' sky.

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Fred Lambert

Cupid and Cactus

We were riding after dogies; On the Cross-Bar-Lazy-B.

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Fred Lambert

Tenderfoot Blues

Riding a bronc as he's jumping along -- Something is painful he 's doing it wrong.

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Fred Lambert

A Nature Soliloquy

I don't care much for politics; And less for fashion shows.

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Fred Lambert

The Mirage

In the still, grey dawn of a sun-baked plain.

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Fred Lambert

The Legend of Abo Crag

We dismounted on the rimrock; To rest our weary nags.

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Fred Lambert

Ghosts of the Old Cimarron Town

I love to sit in the gloaming; Lookin' down on sleeping Cimarron town.

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Fred Lambert

Echoes from Yokel Row

We were speaking of the cattle markets; At the Cross-Bar Lazy-B.

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Fred Lambert

Love Honor and Away

We were heatin' brandin' irons, At Cross- Bar Lazy-B.