FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Hung out to dry
FC 11 D-22
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John C. Dofflemyer
Resources
Ask the bag-lady under three holey sweaters if our refuse ain't a resource.
Hung out to dry
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John C. Dofflemyer
New world order
Once 1080 was outlawed Coyote, Bobcat and Hawk called for a truce
Hung out to dry
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John C. Dofflemyer
The sense of smells
How I hated the porcelin pail heavy and full of orange rinds,
Hung out to dry
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John C. Dofflemyer
To Chuck from Colorado
This Mesa Verde doe reminds of Split Ear.
Hung out to dry
FC 11 D-22
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John C. Dofflemyer
For Rod
Sometimes I know it's you before I sort that Ruby Valley ring from phone solicitations
Hung out to dry
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John C. Dofflemyer
Whims
I busy with whims, Tangents of tangents
Hung out to dry
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John C. Dofflemyer
Anarachy
My logic drifts. It washes with the rain
Hung out to dry
FC 11 D-22
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John C. Dofflemyer
Sycamore, Sycamore
It vanishes! An apparition at the core of each trunck cleared for the plastic neon personality the asphalt
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
The Buckle
This big trophy buckle I'm wearin', it's got quite a story to tell. I've wore it so long, the engraving is gone, but it's still something I wouldn't sell. And you see 'em wherever you travel, And their owners all feel just like me. Reminiscin' the day, when they took all the pay, from the fellers who'd all paid a fee.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
Wet Tobbacker
I was born in March, so I still saw a bit, of the winter 'cuz it ain't 'till June that the sun gets lit. Ma and Pa were camped that season, ridin' for an association, That threw their cows together up there high in Taylor Basin.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
Drifters
You see 'em now, from time to time. They haven't got a home. They have no friends and family. They're always on the roam.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
Together at Christmas
The wind was wild and full of snow as it tore against our skin. Just one more mile across the top, And four more miles on in. We started down the canyon. The snow was deeper now. But the wind had died to nothing, and it all seemed better somehow.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
Free Verse
What is this stuff, they call free verse? It makes no sense to me. It wanders like a plumb green colt, and has no rhyme-er-ry.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
P.G.G. Feed Store
I went into the P.G.G., to get me sack of feed. They had baby chicks and parakeets, Assorted garden seed. They had them there pettunies, and roses, trees, and shrubs. Insecticides and homicides for any types of grubs.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
A New Kind of Circle
A circle was something you did with the crew, and you did it on horses with legs. But now I find, it's a field of corn, and a hot-wire put up on some pegs.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
Ode to Toad
I had a friend, his eye was kind, his coat was black as coal. And the white on his face and the white on his feet, he'd had since he was foaled. We'd trotted across the desert, and gathered in aspens, gold.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
Payin' Yer Dues
The one that I saw was one of the prettiest bronc rides I ever saw Con Lynch make. We seemed to take on a few horses that people just wanted some miles on when we came in off of the desert. The reason most of these horses weren't getting rode much was that they had the buffalo on whoever owned them.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
Go and Just Buckaroo
They say, with barbed wire, came the fall of the West. I ain't denyin' it's true. 'Cuz there's few places left, in this once empty West, you can go and just buckaroo. But you follow a fence, and you'll find gate or hole, and there you can wander on through.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
Happy
I've spent my whole life livin', dreamin' through my pony's ears. Done a heap of separatin', sortin' out the sweat and tears. Been a first calf heifer's mid-wife in a blizzard's howlin' wind. Shared my wood stove with them babies on a bad night, eight or ten.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
How Camp Got Running Water
A winter's camp, at Alkali Lake, out under Rehart Rim. And for a life of luxury, well, it was cut down pretty thin. No runnin' water in this camp. We packed water from a well. It's a story on my mother, that I'm fixin' for to tell.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
Sunrise On the Outhouse
Ma and Pa went out a dancin' before us kids was born. And the story that I'm tellin', will still make my Father scorn. It was just a small town gatherin'. The band weren't all that big. But, Ma and Pa had drifted down, to dance themselves a jig.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
When He Ran The Place
When I first knew him, he ran the place. An upright man with finesse and grace. A man who had a dream in life. A dream he could share with his kids and his wife. He'd change the things that "Pops" wouldn't do. The things changing times will make a man do. He'd raise his family with strength and pride, And hope for respect till the day that he died.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
Ree's Table
I know this drawer looks empty, but it's only how it seems. 'Cuz it's stuffed plumb full of memories and promises and dreams. And every time you open it, a new one can be found. If it's not the one you wanted, simply sit and dig around.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
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Leon Flick
Red River Corral's Packer
Ladies and gentlemen, horses, and mules. Wilderness trodders, and hard huntin' fools. You come to ole Red River, for to hunt and fish and play. Some of you live in Idaho. Some come from far away.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
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Leon Flick
Half An Inch Of Thaw
He's up, he's down,--He's up, he's down, he sits there on his chin, while the cow is headed somewheres for the herd. Then he makes a mighty gather, and he finds himself again. What I thought too loud, the girls all thought they heard.