FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Piled Higher and Deeper on the Cariboo Trail
FC 11 P-36
18
Mike Puhallo
Cowboy Pride
A cowboy's pride and honor, won't let him give much ground. He can lead, or he can follow, but he can't be pushed around!
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
60
Doris Daley
Hands
There's a special pair of hands assigned to do each task, And to do a job the best you know is as good as you can ask.
Piled Higher and Deeper on the Cariboo Trail
FC 11 P-36
19
Mike Puhallo
Sneak Attack
A pretty young lady drove in the yard, just the other day.
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
62
Doris Daley
100 years from now
100 years from now, if the world's still in the game, May the earth recall our footprints, may the wind sing out our names.
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
64
Doris Daley
End Times
Do not go gentle into that good night. Well, Mr. Thomas, your admonishment is wise. But when I cross the bar, it will be without a fight For I plan a metaphysical surprise.
Piled Higher and Deeper on the Cariboo Trail
FC 11 P-36
20
Mike Puhallo
Ode to Robbie Burns
Och Robbie, how your verse and rhyme, Try a wit and tongue like mine.
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
66
Doris Daley
The Millionaire
When you're snug around the Franklin stove and the mercury's dipping low, When the phone rings and a friend says, "just called to say hello."
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
68
Doris Daley
Shades of the West
Out where the wind sweeps the prairie, out where the wild eagles fly, When God sends a rain to scrub the world clean, a rainbow gets hung in the sky.
Piled Higher and Deeper on the Cariboo Trail
FC 11 P-36
21
Mike Puhallo
A Cowboy's Guide to Gravity
Jack Drake taught me about shoeing nags, when I was just a kid. He claimed teaching young folks to shoe horses, was the meanest thing he ever did.
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
70
Doris Daley
Goodnight to the Trail
Come with me to a place out west Where all who trod are Nature's guest We'll ride to the top of a piney crest And gaze at the valley below.
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
72
Doris Daley
Wild Roses
Dear Friends, I beg you, please permit, How can I helpl but crow a bit? I have a friend--what a heart! what grit!
Piled Higher and Deeper on the Cariboo Trail
FC 11 P-36
22
Mike Puhallo
Resilience. . .
Is a trodden blade of grass, though bent, it is not broke. A trait that's often found as well, among ranch and farmin' folk!
Piled Higher and Deeper on the Cariboo Trail
FC 11 P-36
23
Mike Puhallo
Northern Lights
A silent call, I could not sleep. So I took a walk by moonlight, instead of counting sheep!
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
75
Doris Daley
The Signs That I Keep
I give thanks for the waiting times, for simmering soup on the fire, For winter's cloak and a lazy smoke and a watchful lhawk on the wire.
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
76
Doris Daley
What If?
In the Christmas crush, in our to-and-fro'ing, When the grand commotion is overflowing. When the chill of a winter wind blows stiff, There's a still, small voice that asks, "What if?"
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
77
Doris Daley
I am the Crocus, We are the Corn
In the gold of October the harvest is sweet The prairie lies quilted in corn and wheat The geese hurry south in their age-old retreat... Give thanks for the season of bounty.
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
78
Doris Daley
Light The Way Home
The road is long, the trail is steep The hills are dark and high. The evening light begins to seep And velvet is the sky.
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
82
Doris Daley
Christmas in Alberta
Sure is pretty here tonight; exceitment in the air, Busy shoppers hustle home through Central Park. The tree must be ten stories tall in Rockefeller Square, A million lights are sparkling in the dark.
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
83
Doris Daley
A Barnyard Christmas Eve
'Twas the night before Christmas and down by the gate All the critters were stirring as the hour grew late.
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
84
Doris Daley
Mary, Merry Christmas!
My friend Mary was a pistol in her day. Kept her eye on Jesus and she kept the wolves at bay. She never let her troubles get her down Now Mary's kids have moved her into town.
Piled Higher and Deeper on the Cariboo Trail
FC 11 P-36
24
Mike Puhallo
Chrome Steel Cowboys
Performing cowboy poetry for bikers, It sounds crazy I suppose! Gold Wing riders and Harley Hoggers, Enthralled by rustic prose?
West Word Ho! The western poetry of Doris Daley
FC 11 D-23
86
Doris Daley
Name That Tune
I go out walking after midnight with a boy names Sue That burning ring of fire turns my brown eyes blue.
Piled Higher and Deeper on the Cariboo Trail
FC 11 P-36
26
Mike Puhallo
Smilin'
A flicker of movement caught my eye, as I watched that great regal hawk. It was my wife's little cat pressed flat to the ground, intently beginning to stalk.
Piled Higher and Deeper on the Cariboo Trail
FC 11 P-36
27
Mike Puhallo
What Did you Feed that Dog?
Four cowboys and a Red-Heeler dog, off on a rodeo run.
Piled Higher and Deeper on the Cariboo Trail
FC 11 P-36
29
Mike Puhallo
Vancouver Island Round-up
We was on the north end of the Island, when we spotted the first few strays. Pards they was the prettiest thing, I'd seen in many days.