FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
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Lucy S. Burnham
Home
An old, unpainted, friendly house, I'm sure it was a home, A place we love to gather and we never want to roam.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
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Lucy S. Burnham
Five Little Girls
O, the joy of five little girls, Some in pig-tails, some in curls; Angelic faces and eyes of blue, Ten little hands with naught to do.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
10
Lucy S. Burnham
Two Little Boys
Two little boys so full of fun, Ready for bed when day is done; Blue overalls, faded and worn, Patches where the knees are torn.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
11
Lucy S. Burnham
My Guiding Star
Dear little arms so soft and white, That twine around my neck each night, Through you I catch a glimmer far Of heaven, dear arms, my guiding star.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
When You're Away
It is morning, dearest husband, And as from my bed I rise, Out upon the dawning With its beauty rests my eyes.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
Wings
My hands are filled with homey tasks, But my mind may wander free, Beyond the pleasant valley here Whereve I wish to be.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
The Sage
I asked an old man, bent and gray, "Do hearts grow old, does love decay?" He winked at me and whispered low, "Alas, my dear, I do not know."
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
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Lucy S. Burnham
O, Little Road
O, little road that leads to home, Over the winding hill, My eager feet will never stop Till they cross the sacred hill.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
House Across The Street
There's a house on our street quite near my own Not just a house but a happy home, With a yard fairly littered by dogs and toys, Brought there by neighborhood girls and boys.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
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Lucy S. Burnham
The Common Man
Yes, I have understanding for the man Who earns his bread by tilling of the soil.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
Mental Poise
Just live one day at a time, dear, And each moment of that day, As sand grains pass through the hour-glass, Lighten your burden this way.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
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Lucy S. Burnham
Retrospect
I love the hour of twilight here, End of my busy days, Alone with me in the twilight, To ponder upon life's ways.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
If I have Failed
If I have failed in you, my son, I've failed in all that I have done.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
My Gift To Life
My son, I look into your clear, blue eyes, And I must raise my head a bit to see, For you have grown so tall these last few months, It's hard to see you as you used to be.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
The Shelter Of Home
A fierce storm is raging, it knocks at our door, It shrieks and is gone with a passionate roar.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
Creating Beauty
A woman's long, slim fingers Plying wool and thread, Harmonizing colors, Gold and blue and red.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
Fairies' Annual Ball
The fairies held their annual ball, Out on my lawn last night; They danced among the flowers there, All in the bright moonlight.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
Soft Curtains Of Dreams
Don't be afraid of the night, little lad, There is nothing to fear at all, For the dark is a curtain of dreams, dear lad, That softly about you will fall.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
Birthdays
Birthdays are such happy times When the children gather round, And fairly make the rafters shake With songs and joyful sound.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
Grandma
She asked us to call her Nanna, Or mom, if we'd prefer; She loved us all so dearly, But grandma bothered her
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
Values
Life's values are mixed a bit, dear, In yoru lovely, little pate, So glad to find what's wrong dear, Before it was too late.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
April Rain
Old mother nature weeps today, I wonder why, I wonder why. I couldn't say at all, my dear, Why she should ever cry.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
Night Song
The wind sings softly through the trees, A night-bird sends its wild, sweet call; The cricket hums his cheerful lay, While cooling shadows softly fall.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
A Boy And His Dog
They pass down my street most every day; A barefoot boy and a dog at play; The boy's straw hat is tattered and torn, His overalls are faded and worn.
Drift Wood
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Lucy S. Burnham
The Robins Lament
This is the story as told to me By a robin in my old elm tree; His poor heart was filled with many fears, And if birds cry, he shed bitter tears.