FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Where the Wind Lives: Poems from the Great Basin
FC 11 H-31
54
Linda Hussa
Winter Night
It is nearing the break of night -- shorter to dawn than the day that's been.
Where the Wind Lives: Poems from the Great Basin
FC 11 H-31
55
Linda Hussa
Nevada
This Nevada land is nothing -- barren nothingness of desert.
Rambler's Notebook: 50 Years of Scribblin': Songs & Poems from the Road
FC 11 A-16
70
Singin' Sam Agins
The Girl by the Lake
One dusky end of a troubled day, to the shores of a peaceful lake.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
8
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Make a Hand
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
10
Linda M. Hasselstrom
The Cost of a Badger Hat
Last night, I dreamed of you, face intent, pelling grizzled hide.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
12
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Haystack: May Afternoon
This great gold mound beams heat; I can't resist.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
14
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Death of the Last Cowhand
I'm pretty sure Tom Blasingame was dressed at sunrise that December morning.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
16
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Making Chokecherry Jam
Two grandmothers -- Jerry's -- and my own -- join me in our kitchen.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
19
Linda M. Hasselstrom
International Incident
On a still summer day, the blue gelding wants.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
20
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Extended Forecast
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
22
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Walking City Streets
I walk alone on city street at midnight.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
24
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Where the Stories Come From
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
26
Linda M. Hasselstrom
A Northern Woman Takes the Golden Road
The road I take is lined with sunflowers.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
29
Linda M. Hasselstrom
The Wine Trees of Valletios
Walking uphill at dawn I pass an empty church.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
31
Linda M. Hasselstrom
My Mother's Thumb
The kitchen sink is full of battered apples, squirrel-gnawed and robin-pecked.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
32
Linda M. Hasselstrom
The Poet Contemplates a Night Heron
She stands of granite dark as blood at water's edge.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
34
Linda M. Hasselstrom
The Empty Highway: The Unwritten Poem
Another day, another job: a talk for high school students.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
38
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Loving the Cabinetmaker
You say,
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
40
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Rhubarb Pie
Fifty finds me a childless widow with a new man.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
42
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Pesto, On the Anniversary of Your Death
Eight years ago today I watched your coffin lowered into jumbo on a prairie hill.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
44
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Birthday Presents
So far I've unwrapped sunrise from twenty thousand days.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
47
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Jigsaw Dance
All evening your saw growls in the basement workshop you build.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
50
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Benediction to Sweat
When you enter me, I am black soil.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
51
Linda M. Hasselstrom
After Your Funeral
When I entered alone the home we built together.
Bitter Creek Junction
FC 11 H-32
54
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Reading in bed
Neither or us ever did, saving the bed for sleep or love.