FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
148
Leon Flick
A Night On The Town
It's Saturday night, and I'm scrubbin' me down. 'Cuz it's time that I had me a night on the town. I've been in this camp now for sixty five days, and it's time that I showed all t he girls how to play. I'll go to the barber, for clippin' and trimmin'. A night on the town boys, that's how it's beginnin'. I'll go to the bank, for to cash my pay check. Then I'll buy some new clothes and a hat, what the heck.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
151
Leon Flick
Uncle Leo's Instant Dogs
Every since the first of time, when wolf was domesticated, man has tried to prove his dog. Some loved, some dearly hated. And every one's a "gooder" if you're talkin' to his master. But, let him take his dog and leave, the air might turn to laugher.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
155
Leon Flick
Prayer For Rain
Lord, we sure need moisture here. The land is gettin' parched. The grass is turnin' dry and brown, and where the cattle've marched back and forth to water-holes, that now too are givin' in.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
156
Leon Flick
The Quarter Horse
There's legends in the Quarter Breed, the old foundation sires. They were picked for speed and quickness. Had the traits that it requires, to run a short race, quickly. They were mostly picked for speed. Had a certain conformation, no matter what the breed.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
160
Leon Flick
Line Dancin'
Well, I'd never really been out West, 'till I went there this last spring. To a bar called the "Rockin' Rodeo", in the (cowtown?) of Eugene. Now some ole Holstein cow had died. A kid made her into chaps. And on every head was a George Strait hat, anchored with a "Cinderella Strap."
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
163
Leon Flick
Spring of '88
They died like flies in '88. They trod a path through Heaven's gate. And there they found a place to graze With trees and shelter, to lie and laze. Abundant grass for them to eat. Not dry corn stalks and regrowth wheat. No fences there. No dry-lot pens.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
167
Leon Flick
Camp Fires
An ember sprang from the fire's ring and almost broke the trance. As we all sat 'round, with wisdom eyes, and watched the flames at dance. Cross legged there, with minds at ease, all with hollow gaze. Self wisdom shown in every face, as we watched the embers blaze.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
168
Leon Flick
Christmas '89
One morning, we caught horses for to gather in a late cow that had somehow missed the gather in the fall. And the cold snow, it was squealin' as hay wagon went a wheelin', as we fed the other critters, one and all. Except for one ole sister. Makes me wonder how we missed her. Some trapper, he had seen her way up high. And we knew we had to hurry 'cuz the weather made us worry. One more good snow, and she would surely die.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
173
Leon Flick
It's Home For A Buckaroo
I was born in a sea of sagebrush, and I'm livin' for what I do. 'Cuz this country was made for a mama cow, and it's home for a buckaroo. And there's lots that some won't think pretty, 'Cuz it's covered with brush and rock. But it fits the needs of a buckaroo, and his herds of parent livestock.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
174
Leon Flick
For Roany, The Milk Cow
They say that you can't love a cow like you do a dog or horse. But what I've got to do tonight fills my heart with great remorse. For you've raised two score of children, all five neighbors' plus my own. You've had twelve little ones yourself, and every one's been roan.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
177
Leon Flick
Bull Slippers
Sis gave me slippers for Christmas. A thoughtful gift I thought. They were hairy and horned and had a ring in their nose. Horned Herefords, damned if not. I slipped into 'em easy, like I was slippin' on some bronc. I tried 'em out real easy, then we headed for a honky-tonk.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
180
Leon Flick
Satan And Jude
It was in the spring of '72; I'd just got out of school. I was young and tough and brawny. No kid for Sunday School. I decided'd I'd hit it out alone, the family was a fight. So I got a job a pitchin' hay, and on the "Ox Bow" I did light.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
Leg Hold Trap
March has finally got here, and the song that's mostly sung, says that calvin' is upon us, and that spring has finally sprung. But is winter really over? Some nights would make me wonder. With my hands around a spot-light, and my fingers gettin' number.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
I'll Just Name Him Cowboy
I've watched this ole bay colt for now on three years. He often don't mix with the bunch. It's not that he's whipped-out or cranky. And if I'm readin' my hunch, he's gonna be mostly pure business, not longin' for pettin' and grain, but noble and proud and upstanding.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
A Coyote Fox Hunt
Now me and "T" was ridin', for the outfit, double J. And both of us were full of youth, and both were full of play. And we'd been seein' lots of coyote pups, and they were gettin' prime. So we thought that we might skin a few, and maybe make a dime.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
196
Leon Flick
And The Wind Begins To Blow
The wind is howlin', howliln', And it amkes an eerie sound. And the snow is blowin, blowin'. But it doesn't touch the ground. it rained clear up 'till lunch time. Then the temperature dropped down. Now the wind is howlin', howlin', And the snow don't touch the ground.
A Cow's Tail For a Compass; Cowboy Poetry and Short Stories
FC 11 F-17
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Leon Flick
The Team
All my life, with even tugs, they've leaned into the collar. You always picked up the lines and spoke. You never whipped and hollered. You treated them with due respect. They gave it back ten-fold. It seems the tougher that things got, the harder that team pulled.
Crazy Quilt: A Patchwork of New and Collected Poems
FC 11 E-21
1
Elizabeth Ebert
I Know About The Prairie
I know about the prairie Where the wind blows fresh and free, Where grasses sway and shimmer, Undulating like the sea. I do not know the desert With mesquite and prickly pear, And its air of silent mystery I am an alien there.
Crazy Quilt: A Patchwork of New and Collected Poems
FC 11 E-21
2
Elizabeth Ebert
I Used To Love Cowboys
I once loved cowboys in my youth This is the plain unvarnished truth. Young men in chaps and snug-fit pants Who rode with studied nonchalance, Adept with lariat and quirt. Their sunburned cheeks, eyes made to flirt, And curls beneath a cowboy hat Could make my heart go pit-a-pat.
Crazy Quilt: A Patchwork of New and Collected Poems
FC 11 E-21
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Elizabeth Ebert
Why I Married Grandpa
We were driving home from a Saturday date, Just a local dance and it wasn't late, So, when we got within a mile We decided to park for a little while. Now the coupe he was driving was shiny black, He'd bought it as soon as he got back From Italy when the war was through.
Crazy Quilt: A Patchwork of New and Collected Poems
FC 11 E-21
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Elizabeth Ebert
Rainbows
The rain came down in torrents, endlessly, For forty days and nights the skies were dark, And long and fervent were the prayers raised up By Noah and his people in the Ark.
Crazy Quilt: A Patchwork of New and Collected Poems
FC 11 E-21
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Elizabeth Ebert
Introduction To Grand River Tales
You've heard of the West of story and rhyme, Of golden folk from a golden time When the range was young and life was free And a man could be what a man should be. When a horse and a saddle were all you'd need, And every deed was a golden deed.
Crazy Quilt: A Patchwork of New and Collected Poems
FC 11 E-21
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Elizabeth Ebert
The Swamper From Trail's End Bar
Ed was trailin' cows with a Texas crew, He must have been about twenty-two, A darned good hand, he was lean and long, Tougher than rawhide and twice as strong. A cheerful cuss with a ready laugh, He sat his horse like a second half.
Crazy Quilt: A Patchwork of New and Collected Poems
FC 11 E-21
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Elizabeth Ebert
Straight Country
Out on the highway the big trucks whine Eating the miles in a string-straight line Bordered by fences, marching there To keep each section to proper square, Where the tractors roar with an urgent need To plant straight furrows with springtime seed.
Crazy Quilt: A Patchwork of New and Collected Poems
FC 11 E-21
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Elizabeth Ebert
You Make Me So Darned Mad
You make me so darned mad I think I'll dye-- My hair. Lose thirty pounds And then I think that I Will build a brand new life. I do not need to be some cowman's wife.