FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering
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Michael Whitaker
Life on an Ol' Ranch
Saddles, bridles and dust driven days.
Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering
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80
Michael Whitaker
Without Sayin'
Throws a log on the fire, he's cold and he's tired.
Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering
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83
Michael Whitaker
The Ride
This ol' boy looks like a train wreck, he's rode too many miles.
Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering
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85
Michael Whitaker
Old Boys
I wish I was an old man that had gone a mile or two.
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88
Michael Whitaker
Mountain Rodeo
The day started out just like all the rest.
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92
Michael Whitaker
It's Nothin'
She always gets up ahead of the rest before the sun starts its day.
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95
Michael Whitaker
One Day Too Many
The evenings are long.
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97
Michael Whitaker
A Forgotten Past
The mothers of tradition have faced the course of time.
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100
Michael Whitaker
The Ghost
I've told this story but to very few.
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103
Michael Whitaker
The Crossing
A pack string eight mules deep headin' down the grade.
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106
Michael Whitaker
The Right Decision
Now every man has crossroads.
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108
Michael Whitaker
Summer Rain
Unpacked, now the fire is burnin'.
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111
Michael Whitaker
The Lost Trail
His journey took him to long ago, a trail full of times gone by.
Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering
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114
Michael Whitaker
A Gathering Storm
His long day has ended, the fences are mended, and the ranch house is a long way away.
Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering
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117
Michael Whitaker
Johnson Creek
I looked towards the sky and things didn't look good, but Rod was ready to go.
Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering
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120
Michael Whitaker
Back Yonder
The twilight was sneakin' up over the ridge, the stars were fadin' away.
Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering
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123
Michael Whitaker
Two Ol' Boys
Two ol' boys a ridin' along a windin' river trail.
Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering
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126
Michael Whitaker
Peckin' Order
Roamin' 'cross the lower plains, lookin' for some work I ran across a cattle ranch that was gatherin' up its herd.
Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering
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129
Michael Whitaker
Boxed canyon
Just up this boxed canyon about twenty two miles is a wide spot where the creek does branch.
Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering
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131
Michael Whitaker
Desert Sand
The burnt was land lays under my feet.
Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering
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133
Michael Whitaker
The Ride
He rides in as the sun goes down;
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136
Michael Whitaker
The Christmas Cabin
The weather turned a little hard as he crossed the upper ridge.
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142
Michael Whitaker
Nowhere
About a three-day ride to nowhere is a cabin from long ago.
Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering
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145
Michael Whitaker
Just Ponderin'
I have a list a mile long of the things I need to do.
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Michael Whitaker
Weitis
Well, it all started out on Weitis Creek a couple years ago.