FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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A Mano
FC 11 P-33
13
Vince Pedroia
My sister's horse
My sister's horse was smart I knew this having been a long time observer of his habits
A Mano
FC 11 P-33
17
Vince Pedroia
Partnership
It was in Arlington, Texas, Chris Jenkins stretched six 180-pound-test steel strings
A Mano
FC 11 P-33
19
Vince Pedroia
Grandpa's Ghost
It was a mighty sober bunch at supper that night you boys know a better way to behave if your grandpa knew about your stunt racing those wagons he'd be turnin' over now right there in his grave
A Mano
FC 11 P-33
21
Vince Pedroia
The ditch business
My father was an angry man and I was bound to follow suit we were mad at the government and mad at the family and mad at each other to boot
A Mano
FC 11 P-33
23
Vince Pedroia
Prince Valiant of the West
You can come at me like a wide-eyed preacher with the blade of righteousness at the throat of blasphemy
A Mano
25
Vince Pedroia
The lure of the bell
After sundown after the orange glow was gone the gregnant ewes hunkered down chewing but one restless soon to deliver into her black shadow of the following moon
A Mano
FC 11 P-33
27
Vince Pedroia
Black Magic
I sell life insurance to cowboy sdon't do well but I keep tryin'
A Mano
FC 11 P-33
29
Vince Pedroia
Billy Burnham
The Burnham kids was playin' in teh Cherry Camp while their folks went out to pick
A Mano
FC 11 P-33
32
Vince Pedroia
Quaking grass and Queen Anne's Lace
Through the field of Quaking Grass and QUeen Anne's Lace behind them a cloud of dust in their relentless pursuit of wages to occidental to pick cherries or bust
A Mano
FC 11 P-33
34
Vince Pedroia
Cousin Johnny in New Mexico called
When Cousin Johnny in New Mesico called he was needin' some help pronto our cowboy impulsively decided it was finally time to fly
A Mano
FC 11 P-33
36
Vince Pedroia
Left Behind
What is left here when we're gone? A redwood picket fence, an old shed, both leanin'
A Mano
FC 11 P-33
37
Vince Pedroia
Pause
Are my days of toughness gone my fine white ashes soon to drift on an indifferent breeze. Falling through the pale fingers of my family to settle on the fuzzy green leaves of the hazelnut bushes later by the rains to be washed into the waters of Pump Gulch then down Salmon Creek and on to the sea?
A Mano
FC 11 P-33
39
Vince Pedroia
Mingler at Elko
On cruise to Elko eighty miles an hour down Highway 80 the interstate dividing the desert before me snow on the mountains, grayish-green sage on the flats
A Mano
FC 11 P-33
42
Vince Pedroia
Wonderin'
I'm just the storyteller the rest will be up to you some are happy, and some are sad and parts of most are true
The Trouble with Dreams
FC 11 Q-01
3
Vess Quinlan
Saint Frances 1951
Ten and the morning saga of Nacy Drew continues.
The Trouble with Dreams
FC 11 Q-01
4
Vess Quinlan
Summer Friends
I remember clean white dresses and frightened brown eyes behind sullen little boys with pocketed hands on the first day of school
The Trouble with Dreams
FC 11 Q-01
7
Vess Quinlan
Half and Half
She raised nine children in tough circumstances, kept a yard and garden that rivaled a public park.
The Trouble with Dreams
FC 11 Q-01
8
Vess Quinlan
Mamma's cowboy
It's been over fifty years and mamma blushes like a teen, red as a desert sunset, when one of her borthers says, remember the time Bearcat Bearden fell in love with Marjorie, hung around the telephone office all winter just to walk her home.
The Trouble with Dreams
FC 11 Q-01
9
Vess Quinlan
Futures
She watches him practice making his loop land flat and open around the salt block.
The Trouble with Dreams
FC 11 Q-01
10
Vess Quinlan
Coyotes and watermelons
Some facts are fun not useful, perhpas, or important except that they delight the mind.
The Trouble with Dreams
FC 11 Q-01
11
Vess Quinlan
Blondie
Blondie would backstand the batter snuffling dirt in apparent disinterest but at the sound of bat on ball she would take off for first base leading the batter with enthusiastic squeals.
The Trouble with Dreams
FC 11 Q-01
12
Vess Quinlan
The Jungle
They gave me coffee in a tin cup, served great stew from a big black pot slung over an open fire, told wonderful stories, and treated a small boy like a visiting prince.
The Trouble with Dreams
FC 11 Q-01
13
Vess Quinlan
The barn cats
It's funny, the things you remember; like accepting without question that it was your solemn duty to study hard and earn big money beause parents suffered the depression.
The Trouble with Dreams
FC 11 Q-01
14
Vess Quinlan
Winter camp
It is work to see them for they are truly wary; the daily offering of corn, fed in a thin yellow line, will not gain their confidence because they expect treachery
The Trouble with Dreams
FC 11 Q-01
15
Vess Quinlan
Calving
The window thermometer smiles warmly at two below but a north wind mocks its balmy claim and changes two to twenty.