FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

The Nightmare

We had gone to the Valentine Livestock Barn, With the thought, We'd buy us some light steers.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Morning

As I wake on an autumn morn, And fight for clarity. I wonder, as I always do, What this day holds for me.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

The Christmas Gift

My office is the kind of place A rat pack could reside. And though I do get messy, It's a trait, I can't abide.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Old Red

Old Red was the best bull we had, For a while. When it came to the ladies, That devil had style.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Snow

I weep when leaves die and fall, Yet rejoice with the coming of snow. It spills from a slate grey, ominous sky, And covers the ground below.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

The Egg

As we sat and watched out the window, A turkey laid an egg. She'd squatted an dpuffed up and wriggled, Then regained her legs.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Mountain Oysters

I was raised on a farm in the valley, 'Long where the Platte River flows. We had cattle, crops and hardships, Just like every dirt farmer knows.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Weight Conscious

I've always known that I was small, There's nothin' I can do. And when you get to be my age, Your bloomin' days are through!

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Spoiled

We moved to the ranch, It's been a while now. I wanted two pigs, Some sheep and a cow.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Interdependence

My husband knows I'm crazy, It don't bother him at all. In fact, he stand behind me, Just to catch me if I fall.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Hermits

We moved up here a few years back, Some folks don't comprehend. How we can live so far away, And never see our friends.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Questions

The saddest sights to meet my eye, As we're driving our back country roads. Are empty ranches with barns falling down, And houses left to erode.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

The Boquet

I know, for years you watched me, And it broke your heart in two. Although you wished me happiness, There nothing you could do.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Sue 'Em

There's times when we're together, That we gals start to complain. It helps to ease the tension, So we don't all go insane.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

The Gate

The boss went to an auction. Now ain't that a big surprise? I stayed to watch the cows. Deal with whatever what might arise.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

It's Ours

It's ours, for a while, This ranch in the hills. We work and we struggle, To pay all the bills.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Honor

My dad was quite a tough ole bird, When I was just a kid. He had a strong philosophy, For everything he did.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Calving Season

Calving season has officially begun. The boss reported yesterday, after his evening check, we had our first calf.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

The Spring Meet

The pairs were shut up for the storm, That may come or may not. So the calves held a trackmeet, Out there in the windmill lot.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Elmer

When God made me, He showed the humor He had. He made me a girl, But I'm build like a lad.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Mass Destruction

When the forest calls, we all come runnin', At least those of us who are broke. The job ain't so bad that we can't survive, And the money will hep line our poke.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Over The Hill

So, you turned forty. Welcome to the geriatric group! Your life is on a downhill slide, Friend, you ain't worth a poop!

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

The New Year

The air is alive with sounds of the night, Snow crunches under your feet. The cows murmur greetings to newborn calves, Their voices so bittersweet.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

Rest In Peace

I place wildflowers on your grave, A token of my love. I picked them from the Sandhills, Amid the call of doves.

I Was Raised In A Barn

FC 11 B-64

Mary Borm

The Obstacle Course

On a day when there was much to be done, The chicken feed ran out too soon. And here it was Saturday mornin', With the Mercantile closin' at noon.