FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
20
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
The Cook
I've noticed sometimes Round up cooks was not so strong on handsome looks.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
21
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
Bull Ridin'
A feller might think he could stick like a leach. But his body's so big that yore laigs won't half reach,
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
22
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
Abandoned
The old place looks sad in the late winter sun, with the wind blowin' nasty and cold.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
23
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
A Gentle Hint
Just now and then some feller used to settle in a place.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
24
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
The Stage Coach
From camp to camp, from town to town, along the road and trail, the stage coach traveled up and down with passengers and mail.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
25
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
The Surprise
In the earlier days when the men rode the range almost any thing might take place.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
26
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
Microbes
You hear of microbes and of germs, and all them educated terms.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
27
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
Back Home
We will soon be in sight of the home ranch alright; from here on, the road is downhill.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
28
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
The Owl
Now speakin' of birds, there is buzzards and crows, there is medder larks, quails and there's fowls.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
29
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
A Good One if You Do it
Drinkin' from a bottle while you let a broncho buck;
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
30
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
Ketchin' Out
When a man starts to ketchin' out horses, he goes at it careful and slow.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
31
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
The Trail Drivers
The trail is abandoned, the fences have crossed it, the riders grow scarce with the toll of the years.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
32
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
The Cook
He don't have to be so good lookin' he don't even need a kind face. The man that is handy at cookin' is welcome most any old place.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
33
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
The Last Rest
There ain't no weepin' willer trees, there ain't no murmerin' stream; the dust clouds dance in the summer breeze, and at night the coyotes scream.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
34
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
Saddle and All
You had you some cord fer to build a new cinch but you figgered the old one would do in a pinch.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
35
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
That Little Blue Roan
Most all of you boys have rode hosses like that; he wasn't too thin, and he never got fat.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
36
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
The Rain
It ain't so very pleasant when the rain is pourin' down, and a hoss can't even hurry on the wet and muddy ground.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
37
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
On the Job
A right good cow boy's hard to find, he does his sleepin' after night.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
38
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
Rollin' Him
When a steer gits to thinkin' he owns the whole earth, he's got his self figgered fer more then he's worth.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
39
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
The Pest
I reckon every body know, a cow hoss, as cow hosses goes
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
40
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
The Cowboy's Mount
A cowboy watches his hosses, he shoes them and gives them his care;
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
41
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
On the Road
When once a cow gits full of fight she ain't a very purty sight,
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
42
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
The Mule
A mule's disposition is rotten. He's alright to carry a pack;
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
43
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
The Bell Mare
A Bell Mare ain't always invitin'; she generally aims to be boss.
Holaday and Hampton Poetry
Hampton Livestock Commission Co.
FC 11 H-39
44
The Holaday & Hampton Poet (Bruce Kiskaddon)
Shoein' A Hoss
Now shoein' a hoss mightn't look like a lot, but it's got to be learnt and it's got to be taught.
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