FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

29769 results found for "No Search Criteria Set"

Book Title

Composer

Call #

Pages

Author

Poem Title

First Lines

Keywords

Old Stories

FC 11 K-26

Jo Lynne Kirkwood

The Cowboy and the Schoolmarm

Leland never got much schoolin' after the year he turned eight. he'd got new spurs and started to wrangle and it were now, he figured, too late.

Old Stories

FC 11 K-26

Jo Lynne Kirkwood

Lessons in Love

Lester came into Pearl's coffee shop, and engaged her in conversation about the merits and drawbacks or personal ads in resolvin' romance inclinations.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

What Do You Mean?

Hello pardner, gee, but its nice and peaceful out here. Thought I'd come out for a few days, and shoot a deer.

Cow Tracks on the Land

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

FC 11 B-66

Sonny Hacock

The Deer Hunters

Hello there, Mr. Rancher, yep we're back you know the reason. In three more days, they're gonna open up the huntin' season. Sure I saw that big old sign, that you got nailed up to that tree.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

The Guardian of the Gate

I used to live in Nevada, East of Reno, out Fallon way. Where's there's lots of irrigated land, and alfalfa hay.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Mother and the Bobcat

Prose: My mother was an animal lover. She loved every inhabitant of the spread. Each ol' hen had a name and a personality to her, just like a good cowman knows his cows

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

The Late Snow

Dam, it's snowin' again. I'll bet there's a good six inches out there. And ther' little baby calves everywhere.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Fire and Water

Prose: We had a neighbor that ranched out North-East of us, Fred Twinsleman, who brought in lots of Mexican steers one fall, and in the spring, when the grass and flowers were good these steers really went to drifting.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Shoeing Horses

When I was just a kid we lived a long way from town. Those days there weren't horseshoers, that came around. We had a lot of cattle and a lot of miles to ride. Me, I was my Dads top hand, his joy and his pride.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

The Sunday Cowboy and the Blue Heeler Dog

When friends from town come out to visit, late last spring. They had a blue heeler dog, they sure did want to bring. And go along, when I drive the cows up to the summer feed.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Song of the Trail Drivers

They gathered the longhorn, from mesquite and high chapperal. Held 'em and broke 'em to trail, cattle that had never seen a corral.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Yesterday's Trails

As we travel down the rocky trail, called life, that each must go. We meet a lot of folk, along the way, some are friend, and some are foe.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Going Home

After all these years, I went home again, yesterday. Country'd changed so much, I could hardly find the way. There were houses, and paved roads, in every direction.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Old Broken Down Cowboy

Just an' ol' broken down cowboy, a'whittlin' in the sun. He'll never set the snorty ones again, his ridin' days are done.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Lion Hunting on the Rim

Prose: The fall after I graduated from high school, just before i was to enter college, I got deathly sick from drinking water from a cow water on the river.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Arizona Prayer

I pray to God, that I may not die, on a foreign soil, under a foreign sky. Take me back once more, to the land that i love. Where the Arizona moutains, kiss the sky above.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Daylight

When the curtains of night, are pushed back by natures hand. And the colors of daylight, steal softly across the land. The night hawk turns in his saddle, looks back toward camp.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Snubbin' Post

There in the center, of the big corral it stood. Trunk of a locust tree, chosen for it's sturdy wood. The center worn and polished, as smooth as satin.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

The Old Home Ranch

Oh God, how I miss the ol' home ranch tonight, So many miles away. It's late fall, and the winter moon is bright. Desert nights are sharp and cold.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Shaniko

Shaniko you're just a sleepy ol' town, dozin' in the su. Dreamin' 'bout the busy days, that are over and done. Down your dusty streets, the wild young buckaroos did ride,

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Ed's Farewell

I've rode my last cirlc,e I've sung my song. It's time for me to travel along. I'm ready now, to cross that great divide. And take a look-see on the other side.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Where Old Trails Meet the New

There's a spot down the road, where the old trails meet the new. Where the grass is always green, and the sky is always blue. Where the old ways meet the new,

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

The Old Time Cowman- His Ways

Prose: A cowman is a breed apart. Yet how can you tell one of them from assorted cowboys, gunzels and dudes that copy their dress and their way of life? This has been discussed quite a bit lately at the cowboy poetry gatherings.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

The Old Time Cowman

The old time cowman, he's a breed all his own. Ever since biblical times, his kind has been known. His skin sort'a looks like, its made of leather. Because he's always been, exposed to the weather.

Cow Tracks on the Land

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

FC 11 B-66

Dean Alfange

A Cowman's Creed

I do not choose to be a common man. it is my right to be uncommon, if I can. I seek opportunity, not security. I do not wish to be a kept citizen, humbled and dulled by having the state look after me.