FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Cow Tracks on the Land
Lona Tankersley Burkhart
FC 11 B-66
137
Bob Schild
Please Lord
Now, I ain't much fer prayin, and cows ain't worth a dam. It seems like less and less of them, is packin' my old arn. Our Mr. Smith, the banker, is bearin' quite a load.
Cow Tracks on the Land
FC 11 B-66
138
Lona Tankersley Burkhart
Three Sets of Tracks in the Sand
On a cold and windy Christmas Night, three weary cowboys saw the light. Shining in theEastern sky, Herald of our Lord on high.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
72
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Red Neck Fishin'
Newt and Ernie weren't avid sportsmen. So, when Ernie came up with the plan That they slip off and go fishin' Ol' Newt was pure stumped.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
74
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Merle's Opus
Merle was known to be frugal. He had a conservative way. He'd wear out his jeans plumb to rivets and strings whilst saving for some rainy day.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
76
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Hard Times Come Again...
Last winter the fuel in Spencer's tractor gelled up. I'd drive by at least once every day, And for a week there'd be Spence, crankin' the starter.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
78
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Administerin' Angel (Or... Why Some Men Prefer Levi's over Wranglers...)
Floyd slammed shut the door of his truck and walked a ways in the wood, turning his back on his wife left inside like a well-brought up gentleman should.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
79
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
The Debate Rages
There are men who choose to ride on mules, And those who mount a horse. Others prefer a pick-up truck, and will speak with no remorse.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
83
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
We, the Living...
Suckered again By those flowering displays, Verdant, botanical racks and stacks I bought my tomatoes too early.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
84
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
She, After We Visited the Department Store Makeover Counter
Who would have imagined such a thing, a bit of fluff on a lark, on a whim, would result in such insurgency?
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
85
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Upon His Son's Leaving for College
He stands at the edge of the drive. A scant quarter mile of dirt, connected unannounced to the state road his mouth grim.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
86
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Another Old Woman
After so many years of habit she could not imagine wiping another man's rust from her bathtub.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
87
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Ilene
The old woman sits, doing peaches, Thin skins slipping like gloves From the firm, yellow flesh of the peaches. Each movement a lesson in love.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
89
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
The Pheasant Dream
In the September night walls become heavy and push inward. Stars begin to call my name. They pull me.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
90
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Irrigating the Cornfield by Moonlight
Huddled one against another My children sleep. They do not sense the moving waters. In the cornfield, the streams wet the soil, nurture the stems.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
91
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
A Thing Accomplished
I sense you once knew what shadows could be cast from a stained glass window And the colors transparent in an eggshell.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
92
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Water like Voices
In the night waters will stretch with quicksilver hands to tunnel beneath the roadbed.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
93
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Death, Disguised as a Flower
In the bent afternoon light of late October a thin petal, marking slow, distant time free-falls.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
94
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Rio Madre
Colorado River, rio madre, running like time running like life from the Rockies.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
96
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Colorado
On the walls of Toroweap, above white waters of Lava Falls I watched you seek the Colorado, try to escape to the sea.
Old Stories
FC 11 K-26
98
Jo Lynne Kirkwood
Kanab Creek
Red clay like cracked mosaic Shards with missing grout a slash across this sandstone desert.
The Ballad of Gutless Ditch
FC 11 L-36
1
Katie Lee
Matalot (Summer 1888)
The town is splattered on the hills as if birds had dumped their load Among the rocks and cactus quills since time began.
The Ballad of Gutless Ditch
FC 11 L-36
23
Katie Lee
Danielle (Fall 1879)
Matt had total recall about his meeting with Danielle. She came to Gutless in the fall of '79, at the age of twenty-three.
The Ballad of Gutless Ditch
FC 11 L-36
37
Katie Lee
Sangre Glade (Winter 1879-Spring 1880)
That Christmas in the desert night, Matthew and the French schoolmarm rode out on the hills of darkness 'neath the crescent light of a waning moon.
The Ballad of Gutless Ditch
FC 11 L-36
53
Katie Lee
Satan's Gut (Summer 1888)
As Matalot and new-found father, Matt Kinkade emerged astride Portero from the Glade, Matt told his son to point the horse Toward the gape of Satan's Gut.
The Ballad of Gutless Ditch
FC 11 L-36
65
Katie Lee
Kinkade & Sons (Summer 1908)
Twenty years have slipped way, yet none in Gutless, to this day nor in the miles of country 'round, can say Why Satan's gut caved in its walls.