FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

My Father's Horses

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DW Groethe

I Was Here

I was here, said the bones, randomly scattered through the bunchgrass, as I crossed to close the far gate.

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DW Groethe

Tripod

Tripod was a coyote, used to hang around the place, we'd run across him ever' now and' then.

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DW Groethe

Every Outfil's Got Othe ne

Every outfit's got one, it's unfortunate, but true, the one that never shows up 'til the workin' is all thru.

My Father's Horses

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DW Groethe

It's Saturday Night

It's Saturday night, time for the white shirt and clean blue jeans

My Father's Horses

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DW Groethe

Pockets and Pens

The one hard truth of pockets is, you never have enough.

My Father's Horses

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DW Groethe

P.S.T. the III

Percival Sedgely Throckmorton the III

My Father's Horses

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DW Groethe

A Cowboy's Education

A cowboy's education, purty much, was trial an' error

My Father's Horses

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DW Groethe

Rain

The workin' crew was ready, first calf heifers gathered in,

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DW Groethe

Home at Last

she spied him, eyed him, intently, as he paused every little while

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DW Groethe

Dining Out

Coming on sundown, raking hay, on the old place.

My Father's Horses

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DW Groethe

Pest Control

What's this thing with Hollywood an' their love affair with mice,

My Father's Horses

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DW Groethe

One Morning at the Gates of Eternity

Caw, I turn my head up. One lonesome crow atop an old ash, still winter shorn in early spring.

My Father's Horses

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DW Groethe

Meadowlarks on Fenceposts

Time dwindles at winter's edge, just enough

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DW Groethe

My Heart's in Montana

This ol' earth's a big piece stretchin far beyond yonder, filled with cities of millions of folks all around er.

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DW Groethe

Thiggs' Pig

Phineas Thigg had a whistle pig that'd jig an fancy step

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DW Groethe

Signs of Spring

Newborn calves dropping into ten inches of mud and manure

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DW Groethe

Bout time

He thought, as the wind stilled, the clouds sighed full of rain and release.

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DW Groethe

Prustler's Lament

He claimed he was misunderstood, the rope around his neck, he was honest as a preacher.

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DW Groethe

Slow Day at Mac's

Business had been laggin' at the local funeral home, so, Mac, the town mortician

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DW Groethe

Second Sense

When it comes to second guessin' them cows got exter sense.

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DW Groethe

A Pocketful of Marbles

A pocketful of marbles I inherited when my father died.

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DW Groethe

a flurry of wings

A flurry of wings five, ten, twnetyfive, fifty? Who knows.

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DW Groethe

Scarlet Mallow

He planted scarlet mallow in the earth that fond her bones.

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DW Groethe

Fin de Siecle

When the last workin' cowboy throws that last lingerin' loop

Stretch Marks

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Peggy Godfrey

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