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
FC 11 H-42
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Lloyd M. Gerber
Real or fake
There are fewer cowboys on the ranch than used to be, that's true, but in teh cities they're as thick as flied, and I don't mean just a few.
Humorous Cowboy Poety: A Knee Slappin Gathering
Dawn Valentine Hadlock and Madge Baird, editors
FC 11 H-42
55
Lloyd M. Gerber
Those cats
It happened on Range Valley Mountain, our summer groud, you know; one day's trip with one lone pack, not very much to show.
Humorous Cowboy Poety: A Knee Slappin Gathering
Dawn Valentine Hadlock and Madge Baird, editors
FC 11 H-42
58
Peggy Godfrey
Get it right, fella!
The local radio stock report
Humorous Cowboy Poety: A Knee Slappin Gathering
Dawn Valentine Hadlock and Madge Baird, editors
FC 11 H-42
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Peggy Godfrey
Sellin' Postholes
On a lazy after-dinner we were all too full to move; conversation drifted aimlessly through the economic grooves.
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
14
Jane Ambrose Morton
When the grass greens up this spring
Let me be in Colorado when the grass greens up this spring
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Ground tied
I left the prairie long ago, but she did not leave me.
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
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Jane Ambrose Morton
High Plains Grasslands
Explorers came here from the East and travled up the Plate, where they observed a treeless waste, dry, barren, and too flat
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Native Grasses
Two grasses are predominant on short grass plain: blue grama and the buffalo prevail on this terrain.
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Bringing in the cows
The Friday after Thanksgiving Dad brought the heifers in to pasture near the old home place, so weaning could begin.
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Working cows with Dad
My father loved Hereford cows. He knew each personally. He took more pride in them, I think, than in his progeny.
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
25
Jane Ambrose Morton
Mom's Job
Mom's fight to keep Dad's clothes in shape near drove her to despair,
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Home for Christmas
Our Christmas tradtion brought family together. We homed to the ranch house regardless of the weather.
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Christmas Love
Mom could darn and she could mend, but Mother didn't sew.
doll dress
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Christmas Voices
When I look around our table, I see those who are not there.
family
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
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Jane Ambrose Morton
The windmill song
The mills pumped water through the pipes, as hearts pump blook through veins, cold water from the aquifer, the lifeblood of the plains
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Phyllis
When Phyllis canned her peaches two months before she died, she did it for family; she'd done it since a bride.
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Long distance
I went to see Dad at the ranch. My mom was gone by then. I left my house at six o'clock, to meet him there at ten.
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Winter Veggies
Fresh veggies weren't availalbe in winters of my day
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Those who came before
Dad named his pastures after those who owned land we acquired. Their names lived on for years and years, long after sales tra
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
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Jane Ambrose Morton
The Ambrose Place
Our ranch now has new owners, but the name remains teh same as when great grandpa bought the land and signed the Ambrose name
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Voices from the past
I hear the voices from the past as wind moves through the grass.
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
FC 11 M-56
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Campfire Contemplation
When sitting near a flickering fire I send to reminisce
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
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Jane Ambrose Morton
To the cowboys
May you never burn your biscuits, never let your beans boil dry, may your steak be to your liking and your coffee strong as lye
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Trail driver
He spit the trail dust from his mouth.
Western Poetry: In this land of little rain
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Jane Ambrose Morton
Busting loose
Merle, new to Walden and his job as county agent there, had hopes of meeting local folks out at the county fair.
Clint, team roping, Jackson County