FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Humorous Cowboy Poety: A Knee Slappin Gathering
Dawn Valentine Hadlock and Madge Baird, editors
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Bob Court
Ropin the iron horse
Mad Dog Bill McCorkle was the greatest roper I ever saw
Humorous Cowboy Poety: A Knee Slappin Gathering
Dawn Valentine Hadlock and Madge Baird, editors
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Elizabeth Ebert
The Cemetery
We have a small town cemetery on a little hill out on the prairie,
cactus out, catholics out
Humorous Cowboy Poety: A Knee Slappin Gathering
Dawn Valentine Hadlock and Madge Baird, editors
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Elizabeth Ebert
The last great rabbit hunt
Back when we first were married we were short of cash, and so we decided to hunt rabbits, just to make some extra dough
Humorous Cowboy Poety: A Knee Slappin Gathering
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Fred G. Ellis
Dear Mr. Foreman
Dear Mr. Foreman: I told you I was from the city the day that I was hired, so why in only three short days this note that I am fired?
buckaroo
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Barbara Hall
My heart was in the right place
I've made mistakes in my life, some times quite a lot; my heart was in the right place but my head was not
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Barbara Hall
Cattle-free by '93
Cattle-free by '93 the message loud and clear!
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Barbara Hall
Ranch Wife
I'm a ranch wife, that's easy to tell. Raised some awful good kids and calves as well.
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Barbara Hall
No other life
It gets inside your blood; it gets inside your mind; there ain't no other life; there ain't no other kind. That's Ian's song you're hearing about a cowboy's mind; He's right: There ain't no other life, no other kind.
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Barbara Hall
Wind side of my horse
I've been following this slow-moving bunch, takin them to the valley floor, cold wind coming out of the north, freezing my foot on the wind side of my horse.
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Barbara Hall
Ten foot tall and bullet-proof
Smartest man alive, ten foot tall and bullet-proof. I've heard that before when he was 90 proof.
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Barbara Hall
Rejection
This is a story of rejection about a freind and me. Something's gone bad or wrong or else he saw a flaw in me.
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Barbara Hall
Old Horse
Everybody that's owned horses has seen a day when you have to put an old feller away
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Barbara Hall
Gettin Old
I'm sittin here hoddin and dozin tonight: old brain is workin neath its cover of white
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Barbara Hall
On that day of no tomorrows
On that day of no tomorrows this is what I'll see: a bunch of cows with smoking brands lookin hate at me
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Barbara Hall
Another wreck
I stir the spuds and check the coffeepot. I know I sholdn't wory case he's late a lot. But that bronky four-year-old can't be trusted at all. I shouldn't worry but he could buck or fall.
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Barbara Hall
Thank you God
Dear God, I thank you for this wide-open land, for the strength it puts in the heart of man.
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Barbara Hall
A new day
Early morning with all the promise it brings, fresh start toward accomplishin things.
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Barbara Hall
What you see
My old horse is movin easy and good making me proud as I knew he would
Land Circle: Writings Collected from the Land
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Linda M. Hasselstrom
Chant for the rain
Sometimes a mild winter is followed by a hot dry spring
Land Circle: Writings Collected from the Land
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Linda M. Hasselstrom
Coffee Cup Cafe
Soon as the morning chores are done, cows milked, pigs fed, kids packed off to school, it's down to the cafe fore more coffee and some soothing conversation
Land Circle: Writings Collected from the Land
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Linda M. Hasselstrom
The Lost Legend of the Ground Hog
My children, gather around the fire and hear me, long have I been your shaman.
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Linda M. Hasselstrom
The wild and woolly West
Those were the days, boys, when the West was wild, when Jesse James rode a night-black horse into a hail of gunfire to take money from a bank
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Linda M. Hasselstrom
After the storm
Shaky, I climb the ladder to see if the wind tore off more shingles, or hail pounded holes
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Linda M. Hasselstrom
Thanksgiving Prayer
Behind me, the black shadow of a church reaches out from every height in Scotland
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Linda M. Hasselstrom
At the balloon races in Custer, South Dakota
In this green and granite canyon Horatio Ross found gold; Yellow Hair wrote dispatches while the miners met.