FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Still in the Mountains
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7
John C. Dofflemyer
Landscape
Ridgeline jagged circumstances time wears and takes off last.
Still in the Mountains
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8
John C. Dofflemyer
February, First Light
The bare oaks sleep with the chill like kittens entwined with the dog green grass full and dull with dew
Still in the Mountains
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9
John C. Dofflemyer
Still in the Mountains
Before we came, nothing went to waste neither time nor words at idle parked beneath the Valley Oaks old men and boys employed as distant silhouettes
Still in the Mountains
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10
John C. Dofflemyer
At My Hand
Down the road we want something better than before
Still in the Mountains
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11
John C. Dofflemyer
April Sunday
My Red Bud shield thickening with green heart-shaped leaves
Still in the Mountains
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12
John C. Dofflemyer
Easter 2003
Like the prow of a ship tipped upcanyon bucking the straits of weather and grass, the Killdeer cricle and cry like sea gulls
Still in the Mountains
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13
John C. Dofflemyer
Island
We are an island, a green tree oasis between steep waves of golden feed broken by Blue Oaks with leather leaves
Still in the Mountains
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14
John C. Dofflemyer
War Drum
In the canyon, echoes linger neighbors empty rifles at targets rapid-fire.
Still in the Mountains
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15
John C. Dofflemyer
Time Piece
I haven't worn a watch for years have not glanced evey othe rminute at them passing a tick at a time
Still in the Mountains
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16
John C. Dofflemyer
Ironwood Revisited
I know the tree dead-standing Blue Oak less the hemisphere I burned two years back, cut and split in-place with twists and burls that spit
Still in the Mountains
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17
John C. Dofflemyer
Scars and Letters
Reading cattle reminds of humans some hang close to the gate and listen for the hay truck while others graze the ridges between greater space.
Still in the Mountains
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John C. Dofflemyer
The Living Goddess
Mother to us all I pray for grass we graze with cattle, I pray for rain.
Still in the Mountains
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20
John C. Dofflemyer
Tools
We pack a gun behind the seat to back the coyotes off newborn calves and use it
Still in the Mountains
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21
John C. Dofflemyer
Like Love
Inventing one's self and time beyond the fame and fortune played to the masses
Still in the Mountains
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John C. Dofflemyer
Feral Souls
What small device attracts us so like Montana's winter bees moved to velvet, purple plumes of Mexican Sage
Still in the Mountains
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23
John C. Dofflemyer
Midday Music
Inside the house, the song of women discussing men. Not tittering like quail, but belly laughs of sweet irony exposed and released near the kitchen window.
Still in the Mountains
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24
John C. Dofflemyer
October Operetta
Outside the big dog barks circling south across the flat in mottled light mood at high noon and ridges afire with crescendos of quick yips and extended yodels between pauses of dark silence.
Still in the Mountains
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25
John C. Dofflemyer
Obstacles
There are boulders even in dry creek beds, obstacles for water to flow around - make the sounds that soothe us so.
Still in the Mountains
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26
John C. Dofflemyer
Old Speck
I think we know the answer despite our concern for life
Still in the Mountains
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John C. Dofflemyer
Now That We Are Old
There is never nothing no empty space without a star no blank sheet without a trace of something on it before words track sound across its snowy plain.
Still in the Mountains
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John C. Dofflemyer
Glenn Dooley
How we kid ourselves, pretend all the time we save with instant communication faster pickups and other technological short cuts
Still in the Mountains
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29
John C. Dofflemyer
Gabe Arroyo
Any day in the week before Christmas, he is sure to come with his son-in-law and new pickup full of cases of honey and bottles of booze.
Still in the Mountains
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30
John C. Dofflemyer
About Water
God should have known that to give us voices, we would twist the song say anything to sell the dream
Still in the Mountains
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31
John C. Dofflemyer
Cowboy Capitulation
Sometimes we howl like coyotes let our yippee-ti-yi-yo's go to God knows where just to let every living thing out-there know we own the space they can't look after with rules and paper credentials everything "cowboy" that makes you uneasy.
Still in the Mountains
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John C. Dofflemyer
Like Water
Cattle spill like water through the saddle down to the flat