FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
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Charles Badger Clark
The Requiem of the Big Heart
Up the sun-beat hill we will carry him; 'Neath a grim spiked yucca we'll bury him.
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
39
Charles Badger Clark
A Ranger
He never makes parade of tooth or claw; He's as plain as us that nurse the bawlin' herds.
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
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Charles Badger Clark
The Free Wind
I went and worked in a drippin' mine, 'Mong the rock and the oozin' wood.
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
43
Charles Badger Clark
Freightin'
Fifty miles from Taggart's store; Sixty yet to grind.
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
45
Charles Badger Clark
The Plainsmen
Men of the older, gentler soil; Loving the things that their fathers wrought.
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
47
Charles Badger Clark
The Christmas Trail
The wind is blowin' cold down the mountain tips of snow; And 'cross the ranges, layin' brown and dead.
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
49
Charles Badger Clark
The Old Cow-Man
I rode across a valley range; I hadn't seen for years.
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
52
Charles Badger Clark
The Rains: A Song of the Southwest
You've watched the ground-hog shadow and the shiftin' weather signs; 'Till the northern prairie starred itse'f with flowers.
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
54
Charles Badger Clark
A Westerner
My fathers sleep o'er the sunrise plains; And each one sleeps alone.
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
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Charles Badger Clark
The Glory Trail
'Way high up the Mogollons, Among the mountains tops.
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
57
Charles Badger Clark
A Tied Maverick
Lay on the iron! The tie holds fast; And my wild record closes.
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
58
Charles Badger Clark
The Border
When the dreamers of old Coronado, From the hills where the heat ripples run.
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
59
Charles Badger Clark
The Man Kind
When I first blowed into this country I came from my dad's wheat farm up north, so I didn't know a whole lot about cattle as they run them here.
essay
Charles Badger Clark Poetry from The Pacific Monthly
FC 11 C-26
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Charles Badger Clark
The Gift of the Lamp
There was a small house of weathered, gray adobe.
essay
A Feedbag of Cowboy Poetry II: Send Us Another Load
FC 11 C-27
4
Bob Christensen
Picture This
Ma opened up the mail sack; Then gave a shout of glee.
A Feedbag of Cowboy Poetry II: Send Us Another Load
FC 11 C-27
9
Bob Christensen
The Challenge
I've brought bad news to widders; I've put a horse to sleep.
A Feedbag of Cowboy Poetry II: Send Us Another Load
FC 11 C-27
12
Bob Christensen
So Your Movin' In
So you've moved out to the country; And left the city lights.
A Feedbag of Cowboy Poetry II: Send Us Another Load
FC 11 C-27
14
Bob Christensen
The Real Good Year
'Twas the Cattlemen's Convention; In December of Eighty Eight.
A Feedbag of Cowboy Poetry II: Send Us Another Load
FC 11 C-27
16
Bob Christensen
The Fox Hunt
Top hand on his daddy's ranch; Silver buckles he had four.
A Feedbag of Cowboy Poetry II: Send Us Another Load
FC 11 C-27
20
Bob Christensen
Bad Habits
They said give up tobacco; It isn't good for you.
A Feedbag of Cowboy Poetry II: Send Us Another Load
FC 11 C-27
23
Bob Christensen
Buing Benders Calves
We left the ranch at two a.m.; We had a lengthy drive.
A Feedbag of Cowboy Poetry II: Send Us Another Load
FC 11 C-27
27
Bob Christensen
The Chameleon
He has a fair sized feedlot; And he runs a few on grass.
A Feedbag of Cowboy Poetry II: Send Us Another Load
FC 11 C-27
29
Bob Christensen
Pun with Poems
On evening several of us "intellectuals" were sitting around discussing one thing and another when someone said that the pun was the lowest form of humor.
A Feedbag of Cowboy Poetry II: Send Us Another Load
FC 11 C-27
30
Bob Christensen
Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time
When the poured me on the morning bus; I put my troubles by.
A Feedbag of Cowboy Poetry II: Send Us Another Load
FC 11 C-27
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Bob Christensen
The Favor
I first met him in the feed store; We sort of hit it off.