FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
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Jack Williams
Cow outfits adn cowboys of today
I'm just a sittin, and a looken out the window at my sheep
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
25
Jack Williams
He ain't mine
You say you lost your old blue dog that pure bred pot licker
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
27
Jack Williams
The mountain man
Out of the mountains rode this big galute, a sure enough mountain man in his buckskin suit.
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
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Jack Williams
Retired not tired
Dear Lord give me this day, for I got a lot of things to do no bronc's to ride, no wild cattle to tie up
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
31
Jack Williams
Little runnen bear
To Zeb and Windy, a little brave was born in Cheyene camp on the Little Big Horn
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
33
Jack Williams
Tipi creepen
I was mothered up with this crow gal one night when in walks this big buck, and he's on the fight
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
37
Jack Williams
Hard times
Five cent beef, and there ain't no rain, the woman's pregnant, and full of pain
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
35
Jack Williams
The vanishing breed
This is a story of the kind of man God dont' make no more
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
39
Jack Williams
Summer camp Nov 1
Everythings gone to winter range but me and I'm blue cold in snow up to my knee
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
41
Jack Williams
How sheep herders are made
I met this old feller in a Denver town saloon sit'in alone, sippin a beer, listen' in to a sad cowboy tune
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
43
Jack Williams
Cow camp plumber
The cowboy he's plum handy worken a horse or builden a branden fire
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
45
Jack Williams
Rip the cowdog
One day the devels cows got out of hand the Lord called for Rip instead of a man
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
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Jack Williams
Borned and bred-city
Well folks I've spent forty years looken at a cow gained me some knowledge, and a little know how
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
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Jack Williams
The wreck
I was up on Casper Mountain a layen in camp it was late fall, snowen, and mighty damp
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
53
Jack Williams
Cow camp Christmas
She's cloudy in the west, and a look'in like snow
Cow Camp Poetry: How it was writ, a lot of truth, and a little B.S.
FC 11 W-35
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Jack Williams
Cowboy send off
Its stormen in the west, and lighting lit up the sky
Cowboy poetry and passel of western paintings
Jake Holster
FC 11 H-49
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Marion Holster
To my daughter
Yesterday you were just a baby it seems, but the fact is today you are fifteen.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
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Yvonne Hollenbeck
Feed Salesmem Don't Lie
We were sure struggling a-raisin' them cattle, it seemed that a profit was not to be found; Our debt was a-growing and we were sure worried until a feed salesman stoped by on his round.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
48
Yvonne Hollenbeck
The Waitress
We were broke when he said "Honey, we sure could use some money, do you think that you could get a job in town?" Well I was sick of cookin' but I thought I'd best go lookin' and it wasn't long until I nailed one down.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
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Yvonne Hollenbeck
The Truth About: The Bra
I was working in the dress shop when a dude ccame in that day and we were quite amused at him, that's one thing I will say. It was about the strangest thing I think we'd ever saw when he told us he had come in there to buy his wife a bra.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
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Yvonne Hollenbeck
My Driver
There's not much he can do now since he had that mini-stroke; and the medicine they've got him on has darned near got us broke.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
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Yvonne Hollenbeck
A Farmer's Worst Nightmare
A terrible dilemma was a-facing Farmer Brown, he was getting daily rains that was soaking up the ground.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
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Yvonne Hollenbeck
Reality Check
It's just a normal thing I guess, when living in the West, to complain about the life out here when things are not the best.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
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Yvonne Hollenbeck
A Good Name
There's a place over East in a valley where the buildings are weathered and old; it once was somebody's homestead full of dreams of a future, I'm told.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
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Yvonne Hollenbeck
The Veterinarian's Goat
Our vet, he had a little goat that was always in the way; he'd put it in its special pen but it would never stay.