FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
29
Vic Anderson
Radar
We had a small bunch of horses; That only the sheepherders rode.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
33
Vic Anderson
A Trip to the Pond
I used to go out to John's place on weekends when I was young.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
36
Vic Anderson
Elk
Elk! I see elk! I think there's six or eight.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
37
Vic Anderson
Skinned
He'd been there skinnin' cat for damned near all day long.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
39
Vic Anderson
Ridin' Fence
My dad went to a one-room school, so'd his sister and his brothers; Out there in South Dakota, with his cousins and some others.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
41
Vic Anderson
Head gate
The first year I was on the ranch, I never really had the chance; To show how really well I'd do; When I was told my work was through.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
47
Vic Anderson
Pops' U.F.O.
You've all heard those stories, of those shiny black UFO's; Told mostly by some backwoods folk, who--on their mothers' souls - One night had seen it by the pond in the woods behind the barn.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
49
Vic Anderson
Lunchtime Haying Season
Have you ever smelled the warmth of hay, newly mown, And laid in the windrow and let the hot sun soak through your shirt and into your skin?
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
50
Vic Anderson
Dogging Practice
I was working cattle, Right next to the neighbor's fence.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
52
Vic Anderson
Ka' Boy
"Are you a ka'boy?" he asked.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
53
Vic Anderson
Picture
The snow is knee deep.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
55
Vic Anderson
Homestead
"I suppose that you are Irish," said the cowboy to the lass, "With that head of flaming red hair, and green eyes so full of sass."
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
59
Vic Anderson
Salute to Middle Age
I have so many places on my body that feel bruised.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
60
Vic Anderson
I Remember When
I watch all the lines on his weather beaten face.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
62
Vic Anderson
The Barbeque
We decided to have; A neighborhood barbeque.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
64
Vic Anderson
Loading a Bull
They had to move a bull from the pasture on that day, Which doesn't seem so hard when there's nothing in the way.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
67
Vic Anderson
Chaps
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
72
Vic Anderson
Free Lunches
If trees sprouted money in bunches; And bettors could win on their hunches.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
73
Vic Anderson
Hair
It's amazing to me, 'cuz it's worn curled or free, or it's hidden by cap, hat, or scarf.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
74
Vic Anderson
Six Bankers
I want six bankers to carry me out when I die.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
76
Vic Anderson
Cowboy Guts
Most cowboys are usually willing; To try nearly anything thrilling.
Poems: Ridin' Fence
FC 11 A-09
77
Vic Anderson
Old George
He'd worked for my dad for quite a few years, Calving and lambing and wrangling for shearers.
The Medicine Keepers
FC 11 A-10
3
J.B. Allen
Habitat
We swaller our breakfast and saddle our mounts; By the light of the Milky Way's glow, Exuberance drawn from unquenchable founts; In the wake of the season's first snow.
The Medicine Keepers
FC 11 A-10
4
J.B. Allen
The Medicine Keepers
A man might live and work beside; The fellers 'round the wagon; And never say two words unless; It's just hooraw and braggin'.
The Medicine Keepers
FC 11 A-10
5
J.B. Allen
New Trails
Hard old shells protectin' feelin's; Lay in shambles at our feet; As the lancets pierced the armor; Grown immune to club or sleet.