FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
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George Rhoades
Crossin' the Red
We pushed 'em to the Red, And the trail boss said, "We're gonna cross the river here; Crowd 'em in, have no fear."
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
21
E.J. Kirchoff
Some Things Can't Be Bought
This old boy was complainin'. Said, "I sure can't figger wh That boy of mine won't make a hand. Why he won't even try. "The other day we had a bunch of calves we had to brand.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
12
George Rhoades
Drover's Moon
The cowboy said, "I'll see you soon, When I come back, 'Neath the drover's moon,"
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
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George Rhoades
Farm For Sale
The old h andbill tattered and faded; Memories across my mind paraded, Recalled a time and told the tale, Proclaimed for all "Farm for Sale."
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
24
E.J. Kirchoff
Elimination of the Family Farm
Old Bill let out a snort that You could heard a mile away. "Sure raises up your dander What some fellers have to say," Said Old Bill as he found his Climax.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
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17
George Rhoades
Guns
Tex was an avid gun collector, Various pistols and rifles galore, Colts, Smith and WEssons, Remingtons, Plus a special group of rare handguns
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
25
E.J. Kirchoff
The Rose Bush
This feller was complainin'. Said, "This life is sure the pits. The trouble found in livin' Is enough to give ya fits. "I've got to where I even hate to wake up of a morn,
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
18
George Rhoades
Horseback Ridin'
Horseback ridin', studies show, Is really great, don't you know.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
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George Rhoades
How Hot and Dry Was It?
We was settin' around the campfire, The herd all quiet and bedded down, Shootin' the breeze like cowboys do, Listenin' for nightriders to circle round.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
28
E.J. Kirchoff
Sunset
Settin' on my saddle pony Watchin' of the settin' sun That's sinkin' down behind the hill. Another day is done. In flaming, brilliant color Spread across the western sky Is a master piece of painting Fit to dazzle any eye.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
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E.J. Kirchoff
First Heavy Frost
It sure is thick this mornin'. Heavy frost that's snowy white. The water trough has crust of ice That froze there in the night. This sure will heighten color To the leaves upon the trees.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
30
E.J. Kirchoff
The Fender Bender
We're there in Wilbur's stable. Old Bill says, "Old Smokey here From time to time now likes to have His little shot of beer.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
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E.J. Kirchoff
Hen in a Whirlwind
It raced across the barnyard. Spinning dust and bits of straw. An old hen busy scratching Was filling up her caw.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
34
E.J. Kirchoff
Irrigation
It's been a long old season Movin' sprinklers every day. Irrigatin' pastures And the meadows growin' hay. It's something needed doin' so's To make alfalfa grow
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
21
George Rhoades
In the Nursing Home
Poppa, you'll like it here Inside the nursing home Now that Momma's gone And you're livin' all alone.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
23
George Rhoades
In Troubled Times
In troubled times Like these today, We need to remember The Cowboy Way.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
25
George Rhoades
Isabella
Isabella cried and cried The day he rode away To join the cattle drive Headed north that very day.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
27
George Rhoades
Jesse
I think that it's kinda funny, Or with at least a bit of irony, That Jesse Chisholm never knew His name would be forever linked to The greatest cattle trail of them all.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
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George Rhoades
Maggie Belle and The Yeller Moon Saloon
Maggie Belle was a buxom gal, Flame-haired and eyes of green; She ran the Yeller Moon Saloon On a dusty street in Abilene.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
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George Rhoades
Mesquite
All o'er the Southwest You'll find tough things With horns and thorns and claws and fangs.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
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George Rhoades
Monument Hill
Monument Hill, Old memories still Linger there Fillin' the air. Maybe 'tis true That places do Absorb sensations.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
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George Rhoades
My Daddy Is A Cowboy
She was just barely three, Holding to her mother's hand, Blue eyes lookin' up at me At the museum's front door stand.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
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George Rhoades
Not His First Rodeo
The cowboys were leanin' On the rodeo arena gates When up drove this old truck With New Jersey license plates.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
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George Rhoades
Old Men At the Coffee Shop
Pickups out front in a row, Like horses tied to the rail, At the little country diner Slightly off the beaten trail.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
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George Rhoades
Old Sam and Penny
The old cowboy, Sam was his name, Used to ride his paint horse, Penny, Around the community farm to farm Visitin', talkin', friendly as can be.