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
Ole Red And The Lawman
She was wild-eyed and mean, And we called her Ole Red-- Rangy, rawboned and lean, Wicked horns on her head.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
49
George Rhoades
Restin' Place
I came up from South Texas Where the bluebonnets grow, Followin' the longhorns north Swayin' in the saddle to and fro.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
50
George Rhoades
Scatter My Ashes
Scatter my ashes along the trail, Let hte prairie winds blow free, Let the rain and sun, snow and hail Come down over me.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
51
George Rhoades
Sounds Of the Trail
Sometimes late at night When the wind blows just right Across the ridge through the trees Sounds come driftin' with the breeze.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
52
George Rhoades
Thank God For the Grass
Plains, bluestem, short and tall, Alfalfa, bermuda and Johnson, too, Grasses of all kinds and shapes More than enough for a harvest crew.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
54
George Rhoades
The Cowboy Way
We've all heard about The Cowboy Way: Stand yer ground, don't give in, Do the best with what you've got, Tall in the saddle, loyal to a friend.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
55
George Rhoades
The Devil And the Fast Gun
Albert Fink was a cattle rustler, A petty thief and a cheap con man, And sometimes a crooked gambler Way down along the Rio Grande.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
58
George Rhoades
The James Boys' Buried Treasure
Rumors and legends abound About treasure hidden away In the granite-clad Wichitas, Still unfound to this day.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
61
George Rhoades
The Newspaper
The old newspaper has shut its doors, Closed, out of business, rest in peace, Silent after all these years, Empty building marked, "For Lease."
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
63
George Rhoades
To Ride The River With
"He'll do to ride the river with," The highest praise to be paid, A phrase that's part of cowboy myth, A compliment, the best accolade.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
66
George Rhoades
Up The Trail One More Time
"I want to go up the trail once more," The old cowboy said, "And do it all before They shut 'er down for good. I want to ride the brush, roundin' up longhorns.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
67
George Rhoades
Willie Sid The Fastest Gun
You've heard of Billy the Kid, Sam Bass, Frank and Jesse James, But have you heard of Willie Sid, The fastest gun on the Plains.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
69
George Rhoades
Wire
They rolled him out into the sun By the wall at the nursin' home; His mind wandered and he babbled About old days bein' free to roam.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
73
George Rhoades
Anger
Anger came upon me today. It didn't come on little cat feet; It burst full-blown, and on its way Brought heat and a faster heartbeat.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
75
George Rhoades
At Wal-Mart
On the bench at Wal-Mart, Watchin' people come and go, Pushin' carts packed with stuff That must really make them grow-- 'Cause some of 'em, more'n a few, Grown so much they're big as two.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
76
George Rhoades
Black Widow
I bent to turn off my water valve, Lifting the lid and reaching down, When I was startled by hangin' there A black widow spider shiny and round.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
78
George Rhoades
Brother David
Brother David was a righteous man Who preached the gospel to one and all, With shouts and cries and tearful prayers, Pleading for sinners to obey the call.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
79
George Rhoades
Casino
Don't you understand? I can win it all back On the very next hand. But you've lost the rent, And the grocery money, too. Your paycheck is spent.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
80
George Rhoades
Change
Bein' old and set in my ways, There's some things I don't care for-- Cell phones, computers and such I find mighty easy to ignore.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
81
George Rhoades
Chewin' and Dippin'
She said, "I've had enough Your chewin' tobacco And dippin' snuff. The spit cans have to go. Those habits are vile, I can't stand it anymore. You've gotta quit, or I'll Be goin' out the door."
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
82
George Rhoades
Culture
"The only culture here is agriculture," the back-East visitor had to say. "There's no art that's mature, And certainly no opera or ballet."
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
83
George Rhoades
Drink
He was drinkin' Lone Star In a dark Fort Worth bar; Wasted, he said, I've wasted my life, Lost my job, family, and wife.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
35
E.J. Kirchoff
Autumn Fog
The sun is a silver disc on high Through a blanket of fog against the sky. And here below through its misty veil The trees on the hill are but shadows pale.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
37
E.J. Kirchoff
Turned Free
I don't know why I loved her. But I did with all my heart Altho' I knew our love was doomed To failure from the start. For we were of two worlds apart. The two could never mix.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
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E.J. Kirchoff
Out of Step
This old boy's hell for braggin'. What he has is always best. While braggin' o nhis own he Will belittle all the rest. He always hhas the biggest Calves at weanin' time each fall. Some of those record setters Tho' sure look almighty small.