FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
102
George Rhoades
Mockingbird
Mockingbird, oh mockingbird, Outside my windowsill Running through your song list With twitter, chatter and trill
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
69
E.J. Kirchoff
Sometimes
Sometimes I get dog tired Of forever shovelin' hay Before the winter's over And spring has come to stay. Sometimes I wish 'twould nver ever rain agin
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
103
George Rhoades
Morality
Morality, Hypocrisy-- Close as they can be. Whose morality? Whose hypocrisy? "Who" is the key frequently.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
70
E.J. Kirchoff
Why the Horse
We're there in Wilbur's stable Gabbin' like us fellers do. Old Wilbur said, "This story That I'm gonna tell is true. "They prob'ly will deny it. But I only tell the truth.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
104
George Rhoades
Move On
Do what you have to do, And move on! No matter what misfortunes befall you, See what needs to be done, Don't wallow in things that are gone.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
74
E.J. Kirchoff
Chinook
It sure seems good, old pony, After weeks and weeks of snow To feel with coat unbuttoned A warm chinook wind blow. Already snow has melted So there's ridges showin' bare.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
105
George Rhoades
My Cat
My cat naps on the porch, Doesn't need sleepin' pills, Not worried about ambition, Failure, goals or utility bills.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
75
E.J. Kirchoff
Dust Storm
The rays of the sun are growing dim In a sky of orange hue. Darkness builds like the shades of night Though the clock says only two. Across the way a notch in the hilss Is known as the Sumac Pass
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
106
George Rhoades
Old Ben
If Ben Franklin returned today, He'd be amazed at the way Technology has changed the world And all manner of advanced unfurled.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
77
E.J. Kirchoff
On the Trail
There's a million stars In a summer sky Where a big old moon Goes sailing by To smile down On this world below And paint the sage With a silver glow.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
107
George Rhoades
On Death
Death rides a pale horse, Carries a scythe sharp and long, Sometimes a blessing, Sometimes a sad, mournful song.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
78
E.J. Kirchoff
How the Dandelion Came
We was settin' 'round the fire Havin' et our evenin' chow. We could hear a kiote yappin' and the bawlin' of a cow. The cook, he yodeled loudly As he scoured pot and pan.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
108
George Rhoades
Out Between The Beaver Creeks
I took a drive out through The country where I was raised, Past the old home place all covered Now in brush, shrub, and trees.
Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems
FC 11 R-44
110
George Rhoades
Rain
Where've you been? You ain't been here Since I don't know when-- Pastures all sere.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
82
E.J. Kirchoff
Easier Said Than Done
We took the truck and trailer For a cow, and calf as well, The boss man said he's wantin' Us to bring in so's to sell. We hunted all that pasture For a cow he had in mind
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
85
E.J. Kirchoff
The Sun is Low
The sun hangs low in a winter sky. The evening air is chill. The moon will be just a sliver of ice When it climbs above the hill. The valley is white in a blanket of snow. The cotton wood trees are bare.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
87
E.J. Kirchoff
Summer Storm
The air is still and oppresively quiet. The lake top smooth as glass. A rumble of thunder as ominous clouds Roll black above the pass.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
88
E.J. Kirchoff
A Piciunous Mule
The talk in Wilbur's stable Was of critters that was smart. And some of them there stories Suer would touch a feller's heart. Old Deacon says, "A sheep dog's Smart as anything around.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
92
E.J. Kirchoff
No Easy Buck
When I was young I sort had The notion for awhile That naything with ahir I'd ride and set up there with style. 'Course that was way back yonder now A lot a years ago.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
94
E.J. Kirchoff
Thrills
I've seen a lot of livin' Down along the trail of life With moments that were happy. And I've ha my share of strife. I've done thing I've been proud of. Some I'd just as soon forget.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
97
E.J. Kirchoff
Positive
We're there in Wilbur's stable Gabbin' some of this and that. The price of beef and politics And governmental fat. We touched on timber harvest And kioties killin' sheep.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
98
E.J. Kirchoff
The Change With Time
When a feller is young The time moves slow. But it picks up speed As you older grow. As a kid you're anxious To see the day When you're drawing down A gounup's pay
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
100
E.J. Kirchoff
Joe and His Two Buffalo
There has been some queer things happen 'Way out here in our old west. But the one I'm 'bout to tell ya Seems to me is of the best. Way up the river Yellerstone There lives a man named Joe.
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
103
E.J. Kirchoff
The Ghost
Now I recall away back when I wasn't very old On Halloween the world was filled With spooks and goblins bold. And from the stories that I'd heard, Some sure were scary, too,
Hoofprints Through the Sage
FC 11 K- 27
105
E.J. Kirchoff
Close Call
We're there in Wilbur's stable Gabbin' some like fellers will. Old Smokey Jones and Deacon, Latigo and Joe and Bill. "The other day," Old Smokey said, "I'm ridin' down the draw.