FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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Wallace David Coburn
The Indians' Tale of Christ
Far from the white-man's habitation, Under the northland's smiling sun,
Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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Wallace David Coburn
The Little Cross
Back in the Bad Lands' rugged brakes, Colored by Nature's magic art,
Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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Wallace David Coburn
The Cowboy's Reply
Old and blemished and flecked with gray, A cow-horse feebly stands,
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Wallace David Coburn
The Cowboy's Regret
Whoop-up City it was called, In them old, happy days,
Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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Wallace David Coburn
The Montanas at Caloocan
The boys lay in their trenches, All eager for the fray,
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98
Wallace David Coburn
Nature's Grand Opera
I love to hear the raindrops On the old wood patter down,
Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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Wallace David Coburn
Evening in the Bad Lands
A sultry day draws to a close, Among the Bad Land brakes,
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Wallace David Coburn
On the Old Riverside
In camp on the banks of the upper Missouri, In the heart of the Bad Lands, the home of the deer,
Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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103
Wallace David Coburn
Yellowstone Pete's Only Daughter
Yes, this is the Milk River Valley, And that's the old ranch that you see,
Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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Wallace David Coburn
The Cowboy's Song
A Cow-Man's life is the ideal life, I fain would have no other,
Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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114
Wallace David Coburn
The Serenade
One night as I sought the silence Of an ancient village street,
Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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118
Wallace David Coburn
My Boyhood Days
From out of the fount of memory, A voice comes sweet and low,
Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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Wallace David Coburn
The Grave
Where dines the worm on human heart, And sleeps in human brain,
Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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124
Wallace David Coburn
Philosophy
This world is filled with vain regrets; Contentment is a jewel
Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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126
Wallace David Coburn
Old Jack's Introduction to Wild Horse (Prose)
"Wild Horse was surely a promisin' town 'long 'bout '83," ventured the old cow-puncher
Rhymes From a Round-Up Camp
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132
Wallace David Coburn
The Half-breed's Tale (Prose)
"Yas, pardnair, dat am T'ree Butte, dat where Gen'l Miles she'll fight de hinjun,
Open Range: Collected Poems (1: Rhymes of the Ranges, 1924)
Bill Siems
FC 11 K-24
5
Bruce Kiskaddon
Introductory
These are just a few rhymes of old friends and old times, And I hope before I am through, Just once in a while, they will bring a broad smile, to the face of some old buckaroo.
Open Range: Collected Poems (1: Rhymes of the Ranges, 1924)
Bill Siems
FC 11 K-24
6
Bruce Kiskaddon
When They've Finished Shiping Cattle in the Fall
Though you're not exactly blue, Yet you don't feel like you do in the winter, or the long hot summer days. For your feelin's and the wather, seem to sort of go together, and you're quiet in the dreamy autumn haze. When the last big steer is goaded down the chute, and safely loaded, and the summer crew has ceased to hit the ball; when a feller starts a draggin' to the home ranch with the wagon when they've finished shippin' cattle in the fall.
Open Range: Collected Poems (1: Rhymes of the Ranges, 1924)
Bill Siems
FC 11 K-24
9
Bruce Kiskaddon
The Midwinter Bath
I'm home plenty early, I reckon it's too soon to start cookin' grub, so before I begin with my bakin' I'll take me a bath in the tub.
Open Range: Collected Poems (1: Rhymes of the Ranges, 1924)
Bill Siems
FC 11 K-24
11
Bruce Kiskaddon
The Willow Creek Wedding
So you think it's sort of funny Bill got such a handsome wife? I know how it happened sonny, and it was, you bet your life. Twenty years ago tomorrow on a Wednesday of the week, we stirred up some joy and sorrow over there on Willow creek.
Open Range: Collected Poems (1: Rhymes of the Ranges, 1924)
Bill Siems
FC 11 K-24
18
Bruce Kiskaddon
The Parson' Shot Gun Chaps
In the early day, as the settlers say, in the Colorado hills, a traveling parson used to stray and they called him Parson Dills. He didn't have church or charge, but he didn't have any bills. For among the people he roamed at large, and they all liked Parson Dill.
Open Range: Collected Poems (1: Rhymes of the Ranges, 1924)
Bill Siems
FC 11 K-24
21
Bruce Kiskaddon
The Cow Boy's Dream
A cow boy and his trusty pal were camped one night by an old corral; they were keeping a line on the boss's steers and looking for calves with lengthy ears.
Open Range: Collected Poems (1: Rhymes of the Ranges, 1924)
Bill Siems
FC 11 K-24
25
Bruce Kiskaddon
The Old Moss Back
I'm feelin' some sad and down-hearted, I'm feelin' some mad and plum queer, to think I've been fooled and out-smarted by jest a long-legged old steer.
Open Range: Collected Poems (1: Rhymes of the Ranges, 1924)
Bill Siems
FC 11 K-24
27
Bruce Kiskaddon
The Air That They Breathe Out West
I am doing well enough, I know, and I'm foolish not so stay, But I'll tell you true, 'twixt me and you, what it is that calls me away. The people here in the east are fine they have treated me better than fair. I could ask no better for friends of mine, but I long for the western air.
Open Range: Collected Poems (1: Rhymes of the Ranges, 1924)
Bill Siems
FC 11 K-24
28
Bruce Kiskaddon
When I Get Tough
A shy shrinkin' man makes me tired; I hate men that bluster and bluff. The feller I've always admired was the man that knew when to get tough. When the boys gather in 'round the fire, all quiet and cheerful of nights, there's none of them really admire to hear a man tell how he fights.