FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
The Maiden's Song
One evening when the sun was low I walked out on a lonely hill To view the valley far below To hear the lonely whippoorwill But in its stead I heard a song But not the song of any bird It was a fair yound maiden's voice, The sweetest tone I'd ever heard.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Old Stories
Every now and then some fellow Tells a yarn he thinks is new, How his uncle trapped a man while stealing corn: Asked the fellow in to breakfast But he couldn't come he knew, So he left him standing looking all forlorn.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Old Dun
With a stripe across his withers And a line run down his back, With Zebray stripes on his knees and hocks, And both ears tipped in black; The hide he wore was a smutty dun; He was fifteen hands or so; Had one glass eye and on his thigh Was the map of Mexico.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Lonely but Not Alone
Mother! I'm wondering today If there's some word that I could say Or if there's something I could do That could maybe be, of worth to you I know you're not lonely and you're old But if the world to you seems cold Don't think, dear mother, you're alone For we'll always love you as our own.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
To a Pure Girl
You've a jewel too precious to price, dear girl, That your God has presented to you That all of the wealth of a thousand worlds Could never return to you. You are as pure as the dew of the heavens now; You are happy, your conscience is free, This priceless jewel, is virtue dear girl, That thy God hath given to thee.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
The House that Time Built
On the highway east of Dublin, In the Lone Star State of Texas, Stands a house of silent wonder, Speaking volumes of the past. New, but older than creation Of our busy, thriving nation, Telling tales of strange creation In the ages that have past.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Gossip
T'was on the camp ground out of towr At their fifth Sunday meeting When Mrs. Smith met Mrs. Brown, T'was such a friendly greeting; "Oh, Sister Smith, I'm really glad To see you out on Sunday And have you heard the latest news That went the rounds last Monday?"
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
A Surprise for Wife
I'm alone this winter evening, With nothing else to do. So I think I'll write a poem Or possibly make it two; But wait 'till I find a pencil Or maybe some ink and a pen, For I always get things ready Before my tasks begin.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Bones
One hot summer day I wandered away From the noise and the stir of the town To a swift mountain stream as I often did dream, When with worry and work weighted down Where the cool waters dripped from the cliff overhead.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Childhood
In days gone by we roamed the hills And gathered flowers of every hue We little thought what time would bring, And little of life's cares we knew. Our hearts were light, the world seemed gay, And nought to blight our youthful play.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Will We Know?
At evening when twilight is stealing On earth at the set of the sun When the light in the far west is fading After the days toil is done Then I gaze at the stars shining yonder Like jewels in heaven's bright dome I view them with awe as I wonder If each is a world like our own.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
In Memory
In the corner of the court yard In a thriving western town, Where the air is cool and balmy When the evening sun is down, Stands a statue to the memory Of a Texan true and brave, Who at peace is sweetly resting In the shadow of the grave.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
Thoughts
The man who boasts his riches, His renown, Let him not think that there awaits But hiim of humbler life Who here hath borne Life's heavy load and trod the path Of many a thorn, Can look ahead and hope for glory, Solace and delight, When comes for once eternal day And banishes the night.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Eastland County
Today I was in Rising Star, on an errand, I met there a man who was feeble and grey. He asked me my name and I told him t'was Stewart He told me his name was Henry McVey. He asked where I lived, and I laughed when I told him That "for twenty-five years I had lived near the Star." "That's the reason," he said, "you're looking so boney, I wonder you're no nearer dead than you are."
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Regret
I would love to go back to the day of birth And begin life over again, I would try from the start to purge from my heart Every thing that was selfish and vain I would try to correct my thousand mistakes That have foiled all the efforts I've made.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Tired
Let me cease from the toil of the weary day And go where the flowers bloom From the worry and struggle of life get away In some flower shrouded valley find room To sit for a while and think of my youth With nothing to bother my mind But to dream of the days of beauty and truth. Forgetting the day's hard grind.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
When I Am Gone
I want loved ones to think of me As the one with whom they'd rather be When I go from this world of care I hope they think my dealings fair That all I could for them I've done Before I reach my setting sun.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
Night
Night is the hour of rest The gentle breezes sigh And soothe the weary breast And close the tired eye Then to the land of dreams Where we meet with those, Those who sleep serene In sweet repose.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
The Man That's Down and Out
It's possible for any man If he only has the funds To do the things he wants to do To educate his sons Or build a dam across the creek And irrigate his farm; Can build a home in modern style Of beauty and of charme.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
To Exa
You have borne your trials with patience, dear Girl, You have borne your burden well; And The pleasure you've been to my lonely life Is more than my tongue can tell When hardships come o'er us you never complain You are alwayas cheerful and kind. The world may be searched for another lilke you But your equal they never can find.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
The Highway of Life
When life's hill is steep and rugged And it seems your gas is low You will find a filling station On the road you chance to go You will find the keeper ready With a smile your tank to fill Don't despair, be cool and steady Fill your tank and pull the hill.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
One Thought
I think of when I was a child The world seemed bright to me No toil nor sorrow did I know Each day was filled with glee My life was one glad childhood song For all was bright to me.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
Father
He was only a man of the common rank A laborer so to speak And he earned his bread by the sweat of his face With the summer's tan on his cheek He never complained but could always smile As very few motals can The life he lived was pure and clean In the sight of God and man.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
Born on Friday
The cards are stacked against me In every game I play When stakes are high my luck is hard For an ace I get a tray They deal me clubs when spades are trumps Oh, Golly: what's the use? When one more queen would win the pot I always get a deuce.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
Memories
I am tired of life's weary burden Of its tasks so laborous and sore I fane would go back to my childhood To walk its sweet pathways once more. To view again the fair faces Of loved ones now gone on before.