FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Prairie Wife
FC 11 E-20
29
Elizabeth Ebert
Wagons West
The breakfast fire was only embers now and hunkered down beside the wagon wheel He nursed the dregs of coffee while she packed leftover pancakes for their noonday meal.
Prairie Wife
FC 11 E-20
31
Elizabeth Ebert
Steatopygia
I do not wish to seem unkind but Hottentots protrude behind.
Prairie Wife
FC 11 E-20
33-35
Elizabeth Ebert
The Salty Tongue
He had a very salty tongue at least that's what I've heard. He didn't swear continously Just every other word.
Prairie Wife
FC 11 E-20
37-38
Elizabeth Ebert
In the Lobby of a Small Hotel
In the lobby of a small hotel sat a brazen, buxom blonde she was smooching with her sweetie in a manner overfond
Prairie Wife
FC 11 E-20
40
Elizabeth Ebert
Lesson Learned on Reading Esther: Chapter One
King Ahasuerus was a mighty man who ruled from a palace in Shushan Ethiopia to the Indian shore a hundred prvinces and more
Prairie Wife
FC 11 E-20
38
Elizabeth Ebert
No Cause For Alienation
If your best friend is acting real strange like he's wandered far off from home range
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
1
J. V. Brummels
Fine Arts
I'm standing in the door of the barn tonight listening to jazz.
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
4
J. V. Brummels
Dead Man's Hand: A Primer
It's a game of attrition, of stamina.
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
7
J. V. Brummels
The gift of another anniversary
Daylight savings time's a rose on the ridge, and still I puzzle out a little love speech.
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
8
J. V. Brummels
Golden
Mama was a beauty: still is.
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
11
J. V. Brummels
The beginnings of an outfit
One of those railroad towns on teh flat belly of hte Platte Valley, not far above wheat country: west, always west.
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
14
J. V. Brummels
Plain
It was vast. It was round as the world
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
16
J. V. Brummels
Wildlife
A twenty-foot ladder juts over the tailgate ballasted by the spare tire, an old carseat, a couple of sawhorses
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
17
J. V. Brummels
LIttle man fox
I find him north of the barn, immigrant red, hunched on all fours, a supple curve of back bringing his quizzical face
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
18
J. V. Brummels
The one or the other
It's warm enough for rain or cold enough to snow.
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
23
J. V. Brummels
The bootlegger's wife
To protect the innocent say it's a year of Hoovervilles and breadlines
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
27
J. V. Brummels
Letter to New York
Those big storms on teh news brought you to mind. The weather on teh wide side of the Big River
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
29
J. V. Brummels
Different Weathers
The neighbor and I sit in front of the west barn on busted chairs long exiled from the kitchen.
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
30
J. V. Brummels
Buffalo Women
ONe, in a herd of one hundred million bison lived a young cow of adventuresome spirit.
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
32
J. V. Brummels
Running with dogs
In the dark of a late March new moon the coyotes form a yipping circle, closing in.
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
34
J. V. Brummels
Where rivers begin
At only a third of a mile high, this land is still well up toward the top of the world.
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
35
J. V. Brummels
Teaching the dawn
All of this is. A ridge running through teh dark half a mile away, the wind blowing farther and faster.
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
36
J. V. Brummels
String
For a week teh south wind has long=trotted across this plain, carrying the haze of Mexican wildfires and some deep Gulf humidity.
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
37
J. V. Brummels
Shave and a haircut
All day for two days I sit the little 955, working it like the rented mule it is, mowing weeds in teh winter range, Canadian thistles mostly
Cheyenne Line and other poems
FC 11 B-57
38
J. V. Brummels
Possum
Overcast night.