FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
5
Stu Campbell
A Draw
Prose: When a feller hires onto a new outfit, he never knows what kind of horses he'll be given to ride. So I was mighty closed-mouthed the first morning we saddled up on the S dot.
Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
7
Stu Campbell
Matched Team
Prose: That day, I was sort of embarrassed. I had a job to do and I didn't want to do it. It was an easy enough job just ride a horse 15 or so miles home and lead another horse.
Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
9
Stu Campbell
Excuses
Prose: There's more than one way to get off a horse. The first way- the one we all like- is simple, just swing a leg over and put it on level ground.
Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
12
Stu Campbell
How Much is a Mule Worth?
Prose: The cows was pretty well taken care of, they didn't need much supervision. Other than changin' pasture now and then, pickin' up some strays, and makin' sure the water troughs were runnin', there really wasn't much ridin' to do.
Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
15
Stu Campbell
Still Wet Behind the Ears
Prose: It started out to be a pretty good kind of a day. The sun was just coming up and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. As I pulled my boots on, I thought that they might make it 'til fall. There were holes in both of them and I was wearing heavy socks to help patch them up.
Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
18
Stu Campbell
The Critic
Prose: When a feller gets married and the kids start coming along, sometimes he has second thoughts about forkin broncs on a regular basis. So it was with me, I decided to quit rodeoing.
Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
20
Stu Campbell
Easy Calvin'- it's Not Like the Old Days
Prose: There was a loud crash before the light came on. My wife bolted upright in bed, and caught me red-handed, holding what I had thought was her blow dryer.
Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
21
Stu Campbell
The VCR
Prose: I got a date. Don't know how I did it, but I got a date, an' she ws a big rodeo fan to boot! She'd told me she had even tried a few bareback broncs in some girl's rodeos.
Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
23
Stu Campbell
Courteous Horse
Prose: The little dark chestnut filly was just as nice a horse as a feller could want; some white markings kinda high up on all four legs an' a white strip down her face added a touch of class and accented her action.
Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
25
Stu Campbell
Moonlight Ride
Prose: I first met Albert Taylor when I was working on Owen Barton's Diamod A Ranch on the Idaho-Nevada border. ALbert lived in an old log cabin a few miles away fom the ranch.
Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
28
Stu Campbell
Horse Tradin'
Prose: I sorta like to listen to talk an' stories that float around when a bunch of old timers get together. Sometimes the old fellers get a little wound up an' find it hard to stay on their seats. Most of them was pretty good bronc riders in their day
Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
30
Stu Campbell
The Sleeper
Prose: I hired on a pretty bit cow outfit in Easter Utah a few years ago. The wage wasn't too bad but I had to furnish my own horses. I was paid extra money for using my own horses, but hnot hardly enough to keep them in shoes in that rough, rocky country.
Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
32
Stu Campbell
Cedar Bark and Road Apples
Prose: We had just finished brandin' the tail end of the year's calf crop. We'd turned the cows and calves loose just inside the forest service boundary fence, and was takin' our time gettin' back to the ranch.
Still Horsin' Around
FC 11 C- 55
33
Stu Campbell
A Cowboy Called Little Bo Peep
Prose: Ropin' is one of my favorite pastimes, but too often it turns out to be work, for me anways. As much work as it usually becomes, I still rope every chance I get.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
6
E.J. Kirchoff
Return Home
From when I left my old home range Some forty years went by Before I saw those hills again Outlined against the sky.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
7
E.J. Kirchoff
Morning After Rain
The world sure has a new washed look All clean and shiny bright. In puddles water's standing From the rainfall in the night.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
9
E.J. Kirchoff
A Wild Ride
The talk in Wilbur's stable Was of horses that were rough. And one old boy amongst us Looked like he was plenty tough. He listened plumb entent to All the stories that were spun
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
12
E.J. Kirchoff
No Law Again It
When the sun goes down And the stars come out And the moon begins to shine, Gonna hit the trail and take a ride To see that gal of mine. And as we're strollin Hand in hand With her there by my side
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
14
E.J. Kirchoff
Perfume
I love the smell of sagebrush Just after summer rain; The fragrant, subtle smell that comes From fields of ripened grain; The dusty smell of barnyard That's dry from blazing sun;
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
1
George Rhoades
Along the Chisholm Trail
The cowboys who came up the trail, Dusty, grimy, gritty, sweatin', Drivin' the long, windin' herds.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
5
George Rhoades
Billy The Kid
From Silver City to Lincoln County, From the Rio Bonito to Mexico, From the Sacramentos to the Hondo, From Fort Sumner to Old Santa Fe
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
15
E.J. Kirchoff
Heavy Rain
I'm ridin' this old mule out in The Alvord Desert there To east of high Steens moutain. And Sure hot the summer air. When I left camp at daylight Merc'rey's settin hundred ten.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
7
George Rhoades
Cemetery
The little country cemetery clings to the hill, Above the grassy slopes down below, Silent, windswept, forlorn, and weathered, Through rain, sun, sleet and snow.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
8
George Rhoades
Chilsholm Trail Annie
The CA herd had crossed the Red, And was bedded down for the night Near the plateau called Lookout Point.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
18
E.J. Kirchoff
Creampuff
We used to call him Creanpuff When he was just a kid. The name came sorta natural for the sissy things he did. That is, we thought it sissy Because we had never saw, Enstead of playin' baseball, Someone who'd rather draw.