FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Old Stories
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
They Called Her Queenie Olray
They called her Queenie Olray And she lived down south of town on what had been a handsome place Back when Boss was still around.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Gina
Gina lived in a two-room shack at the edge of an empty field. Her father worked on the Big Navajo at the Whiting Brothers sawmill.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Timberline
Riding high, near the timberline where snow still lingered beneath the pines on a summer's morning, I came onto an ancient cabin.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Genetics
We bought ten Hereford heifers at a sale in Wayne County And put them out to pasture behind the apple trees And for a while there they were docile.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Sammy Dean
She tied her reins to a gambling man, who took her love then moved on again, Leaving a grass window. Now a woman, but not a wife, And Sammy's path seemed foreordained.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Lydia
See this box? It was my mother's. It used to hold her pearls. I'd love to see her wearing them, when I was a little girl.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
The Auction
We'd had a good crowd, picked up some change, from those ponies brought in off Nevada's high range, But the arena was quiet now, folks all gone home, And I figured that I was there on my own.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Passage
They found him, late in the evening Near the spillway out west of town. Face down in a gully with blood on his back And his legs all twisted around.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Red River Refrain
From this valley they say you are going We shall miss your bright eyes and sweet smile For they say you are taking the sunshine that has brightened our lives for awhile.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
A Cowboy Season (Part I) (Summe-West Desert Range)
In July, the much turns to powder. Waterin' holes crackle like shards of ceramic, the grass shrivels up, and livin' just downright gets hard.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
A Cowboy Season (Part II) (October-The Pasture Corrals)
In late autumn gnarled branches remember their youth, and know they must die, and at night they moan, and creak and cry out, and bare tremblin' limbs to the sky.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
A Cowboy Season (Part III) (Winter-High Country Line Camp)
In those long hollow days of late autumn when the cold is gathering strength like a lariat coiled 'round the horn of your saddle suppressing the power of its length.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
A Cowboy Season (Part IV) (Spring-in the Pastures)
In spring, when the calves started comin' the ground was still covered in snow. That night twenty gave birth the temperature hovered somewhere around three below.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Round-up
By round-up time the high country was filling up with cold The nights were chill and slivers of ice lined the waterin' hole at dawn, until the churning hooves of near 800 head ground to mud the diamond ice, turned the water a murky red.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Horse Killin'
It was probably Mont Tulley who spotted the horse. He'd been checking streams that afternoon and when he got to town he called Frank. Told him it looked like his. That big black, Monsoon.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Old Stories
He was an old man, his shirt worn and faded. He shuffled, and looked out of place. And it seemed that a map of the whole western desert Was etched in the lines on his face.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Horse Colt Adoption
I was feeling the pleasure of professional pride From pairing some kids with colts they'd soon ride- At least, once someone trained 'em, taught 'em to rein, Learned 'those wild ones the talents it takes to be tame.
Old Stories
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
It Has Been Awhile
When I think of the old man, I can still see him there on the steps of the bunkhouse, in an old rocking chair. His fingers were knotted from fencing and rope, his back bent and aching. But he smiled when he spoke.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Hank Could Have Done More
Hank could have done more with his life, they all said, 'Stead of spending his days on a horse. If he'd chosen a job besides cattle and ranchin' Things could have been different, of course.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Owen's Mare
Owen ran a ramshackle outfit about three miles outside of town, with those tumbleweed fences full of barbed wire tangles and corrals that was fallin' down.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Little Red, Revisited
Little Red, the rancher's gal was riding along the ridge With her saddlebags filled with mutton and beef for grandma's fridge.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Sweetie
Ol' Sweetie was sure a cantankerous feller. The orneriest cuss I ever knew. You think up any SOB, Sweet'd have 'em beat by two.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Mornin' at the Post
Throughout the history of all mankind they've gathered together, the greatest of minds in Parthenon, senate, forum and mission to ponder the progress of our human condition.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Reece's Peace
Reece was a hard working rancher He toiled long hours the whole work week through But when the weekend come round He would go to town and have the bartender pour him a few.
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Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Ewela
Pete stopped in at the auction To see what his livestock would bring. He was selling some steers and an old worn out ewe who hadn't produced this past spring.