FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
54
Pual Steuermann
Dilly Wah Dilly
Several years ago I ol' Montan' my horse-trading days had just began and I asked a guy about a horse one day. He said, "Son, he's a dilly wah dilly from chicky wah shay."
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
57
Jeff Streeby
Ol' Smoke
We onct had a dawg an' we called 'im ol' Smoke. He'as old, fat, an' lame an' 'is teeth 'as all broke.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
60
Carmel Randle
Vera
In a lonely Outback homestead quite remote from city life lay the station-owner dying gy his side, his loving wife.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
64
Waddie Mitchell
That No Quit Attitude
While gathering cattle near the ruins of a long-abandoned homestead, in the shadows of the mountains, questions swarmed around my mind of the people who had claimed there, most forgotten now and long dead.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
68
Sally Harper Bates
Oh You Cowboys!
Oh you cowboys! You know you've lived the life!
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
70
Deanna Dickinson McCall
Prayers
We prayed for rain, prayed for snow the prayers were but an empty echo returning to taunt again and again as springs dreid and cattle grew thin.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
72
Dick Gibford
The Sound Spurs
The sound of rushing water and long grass combed by the wind the sigh of the pine on the mountainside remind me of dear old friends.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
73
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Priests of the Prairie
Whispering practical prayers for the dead, the brotherhood meets in choir.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
74
Barney Nelson
Photographer's Eye
About the end of September sunlight begins to look crisp instead of mellow the sun I know
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
76
John Dofflemyer
One Moment, Please!
In these hills, a man finds space that feels familiar and friendly, and it must ask in ways where we hang empty words like ribbon just to find out way back, but we stay a moment and let our horses blow.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
78
Yula Sue Hunting
Old Age
This old cowboy of mine can't hear half the time, he has had both eyes skimmed but still needs glasses to see, and loses them quite frequently.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
80
Walt McDonald
Old Pete
Hawks in wide, hardscrabble skies track mice in fields we say we own. We feed too many pets our children raise by hand and abandoned. Old bulls aren't worth the hay to save them.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
82
Kent Stockton
Loss
Lying in my sougans with stockdogs nestled close we kept our vigil from the bathroom floor. The calf lay in the empty tub, still and comatose heedles of the dogs' sporadic snores.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
84
Andy Wilkinson
We Were The Horsemen
We loped across sand hills and stuck to the ridges to survey the blowouts, then slowed to a trot to crack through the brush in the cottonwood mottes, through scrub in the bottoms of each of the washes where hunkered the wild ones, where ragey ones got
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
85
Jesse Smith
Rite of Passage
You've been out with the wagon, spent your share of time in camp.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
88
Janet Moore
Flying with the Eagles
They never were good with money. Hell, they had nothing to practice on. Whenever they got a little they paid bills and then it was gone.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
90
Karen Brown
Sonnet of the Sage
Wrinkles sky, waves roll by on an April sea, streaks of light from foaming white stir the sage,
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
91
Buck Ramsey
Skysailing
Oh, God! Hawk am I, Soaring on a ground sigh and earth breath.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
92
Linda Hussa
The Weir
Tonight I open the ditch through the calf lot. Ice break into puzzle pieces that will freeze down never again with this smooth skin.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
94
Lyn DeNaeyer Messersmith
Midnights are Mine
Y'know, it's a friendly kind of quiet. One that ain't, when you study on it some. Owl's complainin' yonder in the windbreak.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
96
Tom McBeth
When the Calves Come
Maybe it's genetic or natural selction, needing to be there when the calves come.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
98
Paul Zarzyski
Jerry Ambler
Your marker with its bucking horse twister carved in marble, with gold-buckle words World Champion Saddle Bronc Rider 1946 facing Blue Mountain outside Monticello, Utah, would you move anyone who's ever craved with every gritty molecule of his makeup a winning spur ride
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
100
Jan Swan Wood
Kitchen Window Cowboy
From the kitchen's west window I gaze outside, and see the saddle horses that I seldom get to ride.
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
103
B. Lynne McCarthy
Third Saddling
August winds crossing Dad's old pole horse pens carried the quiet timbre of his words, "If I were you"
Cowboy Poetry: The Reunion
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-33
104
Doris Daley
Love is Blind
Meet Jake, my darling sweetheart. Oh, I know he's got his flaws. But I think I'm hearing wedding bells and I'm trapped in love's steel jaws.