FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
Once in a While
Once in a while in the desert land We may find sweet grasses fresh and green Where sweet healing waters have touched the sand Flowers of the loveliest hues are seen When all around seems burned and old Somethings the world cannot defile Sometimes with dross we find purest gold Once in a while.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Some Things Worth While
Sometimes when we're overtaken By disaster on every side When our faith in the world is shaken We can hardly stem the tide We long for some hand to guide us Or for one encouraging word Sometimes our way's made clearer By the song of a happy bird.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Texas
Shine on, bright star of Texas! Proudly let thy banners wave Where blooms the Texas flowers O'er many a hero's grave. In honor of the sleeping dead, There let thy glory wave.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
"Reverie"
'Tis sweet to think of childhood When the winter days had passed And the roses bloomed around our cottage door And the birds sang in the wildwood As the sun shown bright at last.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
To Mary
Be sweet, dear girl, when trials come, And things that cause you pain. Don't grieve for days now past and gone, They cannot come again. Be patient, loving, kind and true To all with whom you meet. At times it may be hard to do. But force a smile, be sweet.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Wasted Life
God has willed that I must weep Lament the wrongs that I have done 'Tis in accordance with His word That man must reap what he has sown The sorrows which I suffer now Result from failures of my own.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Life
In our youthful days we wend our way along With not a cloud of sadness or despair With joy we listen to the wild bird's song Inhale the fragrance of the wild flowers in the air We glimpse the beauty of the ever-changing scenes The radiant sun still keeps the clouds away In youth our days are rich with childhood dreams Thus each of us begin life's weary day.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
One Fault
If man has but one fault His life is weighed by this It matters not the good he's done His life has been a miss And not a man when he is gone Can ever speak his praise It matters not the good he's done Throughout his mortal days.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Let's Speak Our Praises Now
Here lies the dead beneath these slabs Of marble white Sleeping in peace through deaths Long dreamless deaths Long dreamless night They lived, they loved, they moved As you and I But came the time to them at last That they must die.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Two Roads
My sons I've a word of advice I should give With a heart full of fatherly love For you're nearing the age when you'll leave me alone And out in the wicked world rove, Far out and away from an old father's care And away from a mother's carress, Be careful which road you travel, my boys Take the road that leads to success.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Kindness
While traveling life's way From day unto day Let's have a kind word for all And each land a hand, Help our brother to stand, Don't wait and allow him to fall.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
What Lies Beyond
What lies beyond this vale of tears This weary life of doubts and fears This veil of shadows and of gloom What lies beyond the silent tomb? What lies beyond? Ah, who could tell? But he who knows all things full well.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
The Eye Watching O'er Us
Sometimes when I'm feeling poetic I write of the moon and the stars And the sun that is shining so brightly Away in the sky beyond Mars, But I never write of my sorrows Or mention my troubles to men, For why should I burden others With things that they cannot amend?
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Boyhood
Me and Bud on the first day of may We wanted to go in a kicken And we knew darned well if we ran away Our dad would give us a lickin'. He had us fixin' a barbed wire fence And it was natural for us to shrink it. We wanted to swim and we thought of a plan And decided that we could work it.
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
Can I Hope?
A lonely stranger laden With the toil of many years Along life's weary journey Beset with griefs and fears A homeless friendless being Oppressed with toil and care Can I ever hope of seeing Sweet peace in Canaan fair?
Texas Poems By A Texan
FC 11 S-62
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D.A. Stewart
West Texas
God has made and placed a country Far beneath the western sun Where I love to sit and wonder When my evening's work was done. But its stillness makes me lonely And I wonder all the more What its secrets are that's hidden In those misty days of yore.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
The Stampede
'Twas in the das when long horned steers Were driven over land To the markets away in the Kansas state By a jolly cowboy band. No stock trains then with whistle clear Ever came to the Lone Star State.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
The Tramp
On a cold, dark night when the wind was high And the ground was all covered with snow A poor tramp slept by the side of the road For he had no place to go. His once strong form with age was bent And his hair was streaked with gray.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
Pioneer Days
Way out in western Texas Where the sage and cactus grow In a wind swept lonely region Often white with winter's snow You can see the yellow sand dunes Stretching out toward the west Which reflect the golden sunset While it lingers o'er the west.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
That Phonograph
My neighbor has a phonograph He's bought it lately, too. It is nice to decorate his h ome All polished bright and new. It's not my business what he buys, But I hardly think it fair For me to have to lie and hear The squeaks recorded there.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
The Answer
Dear Uncle Ab: please pour it on That fellow with that graphophone. If I was there I'd help you out We'd wreck the pesky thing no doubt. You have my sympathy indeed You cannot sleep, you cannot read. We'd wreck the thing, I say we would, And use it up for kindling wood.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
I'm More Careful Now
Sometimes I get poetic And write a line or two I write comics when I'm feeling gay And sad ones when I'm blue Sometimes I'm broke from shooting craps And then my spirits fall I put my pencil on my ear And then don't write at all.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewarat
Jesus
A lowly child, he came to earth Of parents poor, and of humble birth He bore the jeers and scoffs of men Sore trials and tribulations He trod the hills of Galilee He bore it all for you and me He died upon the cruel tree And purchased our salvation.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A. Stewart
Sun and Cloud
The sun rose clear in the east one morn The world in splendor to adorn, To shine upon the sparkling dew And make the world again seem new, To make each heavy heart feel light, To drive away the gloom of night. A cloud rose down the southern way And drifted in the sun's bright ray.
Texas Poems By A Texan
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D.A Stewart
Psalms 19
How wonderful thy works, Oh God; Thy ways past finding out Thy wisdom sheweth in the earth And in all things about In every flower of the field In every vine and tree Each living creature in the earth And in the deep blue sea.