FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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The Lowly cowchip: and other pungent poetry
FC 11 W-31
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Merrily Wright
Rodeo Jo
Born a girl among three brothers to a desert ranching home, she's a blessing to her mother and they named her Mary Jo
Echoes Of The Dawn
FC 11 B-63
6
Belvina W. Bertino
March Kite A-Flying
Icy hands and windblown cheeks, Tousled hair and rupled clothes; Eyes a-kindle as he shriekes, "See my kite--up there she goes!"
Echoes Of The Dawn
FC 11 B-63
7
Belvina W. Bertino
Signs of Spring
The sun gets up for breakfast now, And chesty meadowlarks all sing As wobbly claves close trail each cow Because it's spring.
Echoes Of The Dawn
FC 11 B-63
7
Belvina W. Bertino
April Thaw
The chinook winds came a-romping In the middle of the night And all day had been a-chomping At the snowbanks left and right.
Echoes Of The Dawn
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8
Belvina W. Bertino
Easter
A holy hush o'erspread the hill Where a light shone 'round the cross so still; "Forgive them, Father," the Master plead "For they know not--" and His spirit fled.
Echoes Of The Dawn
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8
Belvina W. Bertino
The Glorification
An angel rolled the stone away At dawn that blessed Easter day, And Jesus, dressed in raiment white, Arose and walked in aural light.
Echoes Of The Dawn
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9
Belvina W. Bertino
One Wish
If I could have one wish And it would be granted today, By the grace of our Father above With bowed head I'd humbly say:
Echoes Of The Dawn
FC 11 B-63
9
Belvina W. Bertino
Don't Forget To Pray
In the road of Life, 'mid the rush and strife, Trouble may come your way; As you wade right in with a will to win Just don't forget to pray.
Echoes Of The Dawn
FC 11 B-63
10
Belvina W. Bertino
Works of Art
We cannot all be artists Of fortune and renown, But all of these-- A well-turned furrow
Echoes Of The Dawn
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10
Belvina W. Bertino
Rainbow Reflections
Why must a rainbow flung on high, Boldly arched 'gainst a somber sky With vivid colors rare and gay Be destined soon to fade away?
Echoes Of The Dawn
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11
Belvina W. Bertino
Our Mother
She is strong in her love, Her devotion and care; She has courage and grit And strong in faith and prayer-- Our Mother.
Echoes Of The Dawn
FC 11 B-63
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Belvina W. Bertino
My Mother's Hands
In memory I see her work-strong hands That kneaded, smoothed and shaped the fragrant bread, Or held the reins as plowshares sliced rich bands Of pungent earth across the prairie bed.
Echoes Of The Dawn
FC 11 B-63
12
Belvina W. Bertino
My Mother's Hymns
Though years have flown and memory dims, I cherish still my mother's hymns Learned as we all stood at her knee, Sweet songs of faith and charity.
Echoes Of The Dawn
FC 11 B-63
12
Belvina W. Bertino
Portrait of Mother
Her picture stands on the mantel, Curls framing her sweet young face; She's only sixteen and so lovely-- Full of eager life and grace.
Echoes Of The Dawn
FC 11 B-63
13
Belvina W. Bertino
Tribute To Mother
She never did aspire To pomp or wealth or fame, Yet her role of wife and mother She played with high acclaim.
Echoes Of The Dawn
FC 11 B-63
13
Belvina W. Bertino
My Mother
Though small and frail and full of grace, The strength of Job shines in her face, Her gentle voice soothes every fear, She's dearer with each passing year-- My mother.
Echoes Of The Dawn
FC 11 B-63
14
Belvina W. Bertino
Dad's Hand On The Plow
Ever stalwart, staunch and sterling, As a child, I see him now-- The furrows steady, straight and true With Dad's hand on the plow.
Echoes Of The Dawn
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14
Belvina W. Bertino
Our Dad
To some he may be just a guy Who does his work without a fuss From day to day, but here is why Our Dad's a "reg'lar king" to us:
Echoes Of The Dawn
FC 11 B-63
15
Belvina W. Bertino
Our Little Boy
He's not quite two, our little boy, With eyes of blue, a ragged toy One ear squeezed hard as out he goes To scout the yard on questing toes.
Echoes Of The Dawn
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15
Belvina W. Bertino
Growth
That plain old board by the chimney We wouldn't trade for gold, Because it's notched with birthday marks Since son was one year old.
Echoes Of The Dawn
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Belvina W. Bertino
Character
Whatever your job, Be it humble or high, Don't be content With just "getting by."
Echoes Of The Dawn
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Belvina W. Bertino
Criticism
Some folks will argue -- even fight -- Because they think their ways are right; They'll ridicule and minimize And want to whittle down to size.
Echoes Of The Dawn
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Belvina W. Bertino
Prairie Guests
Two most unusual strangers Strolled into the ranchyard today, Their fur coats gleamed in the sunshine As they paused rougishly to play.
Echoes Of The Dawn
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17
Belvina W. Bertino
Ranch Garden
Hoeing in the garden is joy On a breezy, sunlit morn With brigh-winged birds a-singing To their babes so newly born.
Echoes Of The Dawn
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Belvina W. Bertino
Washday Wealth
A Poet may sing of rainbows And pots of gold so fine-- I have a rainbow all my own Out on the old wash line.