FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
41
E.J. Kirchoff
At the Auction
Just settin' here a-lookin' And a-guessin' at the weights Of the different kind of critters As they're run in thru' the gates. A-listenin' with enterest To the chantin' auctioneer
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
43
E.J. Kirchoff
Prairee Mother's Lullaby
Prairee mother croons at eve To her baby dear Whil out across the rolling plains Daddy's riding near. And when the sun has gone to rest Painting western sky You'll hear singing soft and low Her prairee lullaby.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
45
E.J. Kirchoff
At the End of the Trail
A buckin' bronc turned over On a slipper moutain side. And we gathered up a cowboy That had made his final ride. We took him to the ranch house. With his wife there by his bed, He looked at her and smiled. And these words he softly said,
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
46
E.J. Kirchoff
Dust Devils
Across the flats they wander. Whirling dervishes at play. Making funnels with the dust That gets into their way. Sometimes it's only one or two That race across the flat.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
48
E.J. Kirchoff
Building Fences
I'm weary tonight, sure as shootin', For it's been a long rugged day. It's no snap buildin' fence on a moutain That's rocky and steep all the way. And scramblin' up over ledges And packin' a post as you go
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
49
E.J. Kirchoff
Horse Sale
We're at this here old horse sale Just to see what we can see. Starkey Thorn, Old Bill,, and Latigo And Smokey Jones and me. They had a lotta horses there A-goin' thru' the ring. Lotsa buyers drove the biddin' up On prices that they'd bring.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
84
George Rhoades
Dyin' Small Towns
"This is the richest, greatest country In all the world," we often hear. Perhaps 'tis true, but in some small towns, Crumbin', dyin', beginning to disappear.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
52
E.J. Kirchoff
First Snow
Here and there a lazy snowflake Comes floating slowly down To dissappear completely As it settles on the ground. But still they keep on coming. One by one. By twos and more.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
53
E.J. Kirchoff
The Duet
"We're havin' this here party When I'm young and so you'll know This all happened back, " said Old Bill "Quite a lott ayears ago.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
86
George Rhoades
Empties
The boy sprawled lookin' at the sky, Big white fluffy clouds rollin' by. His grandpa said, "Empties goin' to the Gulf, And when they get moisture enough, They'll come back this way again."
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
87
George Rhoades
First Day of School
I passed a slow school bus As I drove along a country road, And a little girl waiting by the drivers Slumped like she carried a heavy laod.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
55
E.J. Kirchoff
Winter Evening
A steady snow is fallint On a world already white. The waning day is fading fast Into the shades of night. Contented cows just nibble some On that last bite of hay While some have sought hte thickets That will keep the snow away
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
89
George Rhoades
Giant Windmills
Standin' along the ridge White against the sky Arms outstretched acatchin' Wind blowin' from on high.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
56
E.J. Kirchoff
Guaranteed
Was some fellers got together And they built themselves a pen Wher on Sunday they could gather And could do some ropin in. In the corner of a pasture. Edge of town. Along a creek.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
90
George Rhoades
Gloomy Day
"'Twas a dark and gloomy day," 'Tis a terrible, terrible, cliche, All the writin' critics say.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
91
George Rhoades
Gray Boy
I was seven in the summer of '43, War raging with Japan and Germany; me and my little friends were aware Of the fierce fighting over there.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
60
E.J. Kirchoff
At the End of a Story Day
Old horse, I'll bet you're mighty glad To be in from the storm; To have a manger full of hay; A barn that's snug and warm.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
96
George Rhoades
Great Plains
The great sweep Of the Great Plains, The great heart Of the Heartland.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
61
E.J. Kirchoff
Auction Sale
We could adone better, More cash for the purse. But still, I ain't squawkin'. We could adone worse. The market's been fallin'.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
97
George Rhoades
Homesick For West Texas
He'd spent years up north, And said he was homesick for: Sand dunes and lizards, Gila monsters and rattlesnakes.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
98
George Rhoades
Ice and Sleet and Snow
Ice and sleet and snow Fell durin' the night, A glistenin' shinin' world Reflected in frosty sunlight.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
64
E.J. Kirchoff
Singin' Sid
He wrangled horses for the outfit. Just a button of a kid. But he sure could pick the gee-tar. So we called him "singin' sid". He drifted in one day in spring. His gee-tar shiny black.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
100
George Rhoades
Love Is Blind
Love is blind And cannot see Usually. Lust is blind And cannot see Temporarily.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
66
E.J. Kirchoff
Dandelions
"Some people seem to figger Dandelions just a weed, Or puff balls havin' parachutes To carry off the seed. "But stop and think a moment Of them yellow blosssoms bright.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
101
George Rhoades
Melancholy
When the melancholy blues At times descent upon me, And the dreary moods refuse To depart and set me free.