FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Pioneer Poetry and Prose
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
LIttle Joe
Just a little ranch shack by the river's brink
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
The outlaw
Just a cowboy outlaw, hunted like theif, came he to my ranch door
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
Happy days
The bells in the town are ringing, tis Christmas time we know;
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
Turned loose
The wild brids are singing in the willows by the hills,
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
My ranch house
Before I went away I thought all trails were golden
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
The broncho buster
He came up from old Mexico, I couldn't rightly say what was his nationality, but I'll tell the tale this way;
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
Honey
Won't you meet me by the river, my own honey?
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
The hunter's bride
Winds blow high, winds blow low, as o'er the mountains's steep you go;
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
LIsten to the coyotes
Hear teh coytoes howling out in the coulee dark.
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
Listen to the coyotes
She stops and listens, with a wild, weird cry
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
The motherless calf
Only day! you poor little calf, with the brown and glossy head!
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
The wood by the Saskatchewan
I came, when the dawn was breaking, to a wood by the river side,
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
Our last ride
We drifted out west together, in the light of dyingday;
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
The range call
I'm lonely tonight for teh old range, and the voices I loved to hear;
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
Canada, her firstborn
Men of her far-flung Empire, with you they would have me speak,
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
Alberta's answer to the law of the Yukon
The sun as it rises in splendor, and sets in a halo of gold, over western ranges,
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
Nature's prayer
Long months have past, and still there is no rain
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
Come to me at sunset
Come to me at sunset, when the shadows fall;
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
The rider that never made good
You look at the men that are lucky, you tell me they're fated to be,
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
Alone
I stand alone. The storms aroudn me sweep, the darkness gathers fast.
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
They keep a=stealing on you in the night
When you think you have forgotten, and they have lived the feelings down
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
The cow-girl
Out on the wild range, riding to the music of drifting feet;
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
Only a kiss
Only a kiss, a mother's kiss, so sacred, and pure, and true.
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
Voices from the range
There's an old ranch by the river, out far across the plain
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Rhoda Cosgrave Sivell
The hard winter
We knew we were up against it, for the snow on hills lay deep;