FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
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A Bad Half Hour
Wonder why I feel so restless; Moon is shinin' still and bright.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Roundup
Come, strap on your chaps and your big spurs too; And wrangle your horses as soon as you're through.
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Bacon
You're salty and greasy and smokey as sin, But of all the grub we love you the best.
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A Love Song of the Range
Out from the ranch on a Saturday night, Ridin' a horse that's a shootin' star.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Old Prospector
Here's a song in the canyon below me; And a song in the pines overhead.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Piano at Red's
There's a hole called Red's Saloon; In La Vaca town.
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Charles Badger Clark
Cowboy and Coyote
Ridin' home when light is failin'; And the draws are dim and still.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Outlaw
When my loop takes hold on a two-year-old, By the feet or the neck or the horn.
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Charles Badger Clark
A Border Affair
Spanish is the lovin' tongue, Soft as music, light as spray.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Old Trailer
Far across the sunny ranges, Up the foothills, through the pass.
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Charles Badger Clark
Bachin'
Our lives are hid; our trails are strange; We're scattered through the West.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Trail from Town
We're the children of the open, and we hate the haunts o' men, But we had to come to town to get the mail.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Stake
The day was slowly growing old; Behind the black pines on the hill.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Song of the Saddle
When my trail sketches out to the edge of the sky, Through the desert so empty and bright.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Rover's Roast
Line the bar, you homeless men, You that in the trail believes.
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Charles Badger Clark
God's Reserve
One time, 'way back where the year-marks fade, God said: "I see I must lose my West.
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
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Charles Badger Clark
The Legend of Boastful Bill
At a round-up on the Gily, One sweet mornin', long ago.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Sheep-Herder
All day across the sagebrush flat, Beneath the sun of June.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Lost Pardner
I ride alone and hate the boys I meet.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Trail o' Love
My love was swift and slender; As an antelope at play.
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Charles Badger Clark
A Song of the Oregon Trail
We're the prairie Pilgrim crew, Sailin' with the sun.
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Charles Badger Clark
Good-Bye, Old Forty-Five
The trials are safe; old foes forgot; We've shook the law of gun and dirk.
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Charles Badger Clark
A Round-Up Lullaby
Desert blue and silver in the clear moonshine; Coyote yappin' lazy on the hill.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Bunkhouse Orchestra
Wrangle up your mouth harps; drag your banjo out.
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Charles Badger Clark
The Married Man
There's an old pard on mine that sits by his door; And looks at the evenin' skies.