FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

Cowboy Poetry: The Gathering

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Michael Whitaker

White Creek

Buried back in the hills on the middle fork of the Salmon are places that very few see.

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Michael Whitaker

Winter Moon

There are many signs of winter;

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Michael Whitaker

Fire Storm

Sitting next to Big Creek are cabins and some sheds.

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Michael Whitaker

The Perfect Hunt

Twenty years we've been together, trying to hunt the beast

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Michael Whitaker

North Plains

The winter sun sits on the edge.

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Michael Whitaker

There's Somethin'

There's somethin' that I left behind;

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168

Michael Whitaker

Danvers Montana

In the desolate land of wheat fields and farms where the land is flat and bare.

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Michael Whitaker

A Town Beneath the Mountains

Oh, this town here lies abandoned the rest was hauled away.

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Michael Whitaker

Painted Snow

Like artwork on a gallery wall the snow covers him with paint.

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174

Michael Whitaker

Eddie's Corner

It was years ago when I first stopped in for a beer and a bite to eat.

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Michael Whitaker

Carryin' On

The boots are scattered inside the door, the coats hang on the rack.

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Michael Whitaker

Square Butte

I have always liked the flatlands, the sun just burning down.

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Michael Whitaker

Flatwillow

In the middle of Montana there is a land I've come to know.

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186

Michael Whitaker

Just A Feeling

This country changes most folks.

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Michael Whitaker

Leanin' Fences

The Montana sky never lies when the north wind comes around.

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Michael Whitaker

Sand Creek

Our blood is splattered across this land they traveled in those days;

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Michael Whitaker

An Ol' Six-String

Too young to really understand what he held within his hands.

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202

Michael Whitaker

Songs of the Past

North of Crandon a couple miles is where my mom came from.

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Michael Whitaker

Painted Horse

A blaze face and a new paint horse traveling down a familiar course,

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Michael Whitaker

Once Again

I'm not sure of the reason it came across my mind, I was midin' to myself.

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210

Michael Whitaker

The Way it is

You can tell just by the way they talk that these cowboys are more than friends.

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Michael Whitaker

Old Walls

It's been quite a spell, I'm here to tell, the last time I've stepped through these doors.

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214

Michael Whitaker

Backside

It's funny how things change as they years do pass on by.

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Michael Whitaker

A Long Gravel Road

I remember the picnics our families had, my aunts, uncles, my mom and dad.

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Michael Whitaker

A Taste of our Past

They say that taste can take ya to a time that you once knew--