FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Cowboy Poetry: The Campfire Ain't Quite Out

Kent Stockton

FC 11 S-59

160

Kent Stockton

Loss

Lying in my sougans with stockdogs nestled close I kept my vigil from the bathroom floor.

Cowboy Poetry: The Campfire Ain't Quite Out

Kent Stockton

FC 11 S-59

157

Kent Stockton

The Ringbone Cure

A man'll stoop to last resort to save a horse in dutch,

Cowboy Poetry: The Campfire Ain't Quite Out

Kent Stockton

FC 11 S-59

155

Ty Stockton

For Bomber and Dad

You survived the fire at the old Double Diamond and outlived most of your peers.

Cowboy Poetry: The Campfire Ain't Quite Out

Kent Stockton

FC 11 S-59

150

Kent Stockton

My New 10X Beaver

Last year a good deal come my way on a 10X Beaver hat.

Cowboy Poetry: The Campfire Ain't Quite Out

Kent Stockton

FC 11 S-59

151

Kent Stockton

Just A Horse

It must have been that green hay that caused his gut to torse

For Bomber

Cowboy Poetry: The Campfire Ain't Quite Out

Kent Stockton

FC 11 S-59

171

Kent Stockton

Seein' the Elephant

It's dark most all the time now an' the water freezes hard I'm out here for the stock, not just the hell of it.

Cowboy Poetry: The Campfire Ain't Quite Out

Kent Stockton

FC 11 S-59

167

Kent Stockton

The Electronic Cavvyard

There's always some new-fangled gimmick that a man can't do without, dreamed up by an armchair cowboy just tryin' to help us out.

Cowboy Poetry: The Campfire Ain't Quite Out

Kent Stockton

FC 11 S-59

169

Kent Stockton

Ode to a Thorlo Sock

When facin' the public or winter's sleet there's certain things I'll wear, but what I wrap around my feet hasn't been my major cure.

Cowboy Poetry: The Campfire Ain't Quite Out

Kent Stockton

FC 11 S-59

149

Kent Stockton

A Familiar Face

There's a fellar walkin' towards me with a big pie-eatin' grin.

Dedicated to Bill Larsen

Cowboy Poetry: The Campfire Ain't Quite Out

Kent Stockton

FC 11 S-59

165

Kent Stockton

On Being Lost

This place don't look too familiar I ain't sure just where I am.

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

Diane Tribitt

The Roundup

Majestic ribbons of red slowly rise as morning sun lights up Badland skies.

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

Diane Tribitt

The Ranch Boss

We were rounding up stray cattle while others sorted them by brands.

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

Diane Tribitt

Bermuda Bay

We bought him down in Mexico He was in the crow bait pen. He weren't no lookers, that's for sure, and ain't improved a bit since then.

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

Diane Tribitt

Minnesota Cowgirls

I went to Ft. Worth, Texas, for Red Steagall's gathering there where barbeque and poetry and music filled the air.

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

FC 11 T-18

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One night I had a wondrous dream, one set of footprints there was seen. . . . And there dropped you on your butt . . . . When one must rise and take a stand, or leave their butt prints in the sand.

Parody on Footprints in the sand poem.

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

Diane Tribitt

Rancher Lips

When I married me a rancher I didn't know too much at all 'bout raising cows and calving or 'bout workin' them each fall.

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

Diane Tribitt

Prayer Under the Northern Lights

She sat alone out on the fence. Her hat was in her hand.

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

Diane Tribitt

Upgrading the Herd

I rode through the herd and decided the ranch was sure need'n a change.

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

241

Will Dudley

Cowboy Angels

Dust clouds on the dirt road rise behind us fence posts and truck farms go by

From Trying to Rope the Moon

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

237

Will Dudley

The Cowboy's Last Wish

He was up near the snowline at sunrise, and did not feel the change on the wind for he had a few strays still out wandering that he thought he might like to bring in.

From Trying to Rope the Moon

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

Diane Tribitt

American Hero

At a quiet ranch in Utah on a sultry July day she held her baby to her breast and she hung her head to pray

Poem written for Iraqi War veteran, Braxton McCoy, after he was wounded in service.

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

Diane Tribitt

That'll Leave a Mark

I'm one of those guys content in life working full-time for my boss and part-time for my wife I mix my drinks in a plastic cup and can howl at the moon till the sun comes up

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

Diane Tribitt

The Rodeo Poem

Welcome to our humble home we're glad that you stopped in our floor's a tad bit dirty and our roof's a little thin

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

Diane Tribitt

Football Fan Letter

The yesteryears of little boys in friendly games of ball is something that each mom and dad can readily recall.

Trail Mix: Cowboy Language, Lingo, Poetry & Recipes

Diane Tribitt

FC 11 T-18

Diane Tribitt

Tribute To a Cowboy

I'm sure God has a ranch in Heaven a place for cowboys to call home with dusty trails and deep passes where cows and horses freely roam

Written in special, loving memory of Randy Tribitt, March 1950 - July 4, 2004 [husband]