FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Cowboy poetry and a passel of western paintings
FC 11 H-49
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Jake Holster
Changing Times
This old house has stood many storms with golden grains growing on the farms.
Cowboy poetry and passel of western paintings
FC 11 H-49
24
Jake Holster
My little horse
Some horses you rode just stay on your mind, I had one little horse that was one of a kind.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
90
Yvonne Hollenbeck
A Senior New Year's Eve
It was evening at the ranch house, the sun had just gone down; he was thinking of the way things used to be.
Cowboy poetry and passel of western paintings
FC 11 H-49
25
Jake Holster
Horse
We should never forget what the horse has done, many great men of history have had at least one.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
91
Yvonne Hollenbeck
A New Year Dawning
With the dawning comes a New Year, and a farewell to the old are you ready for what might be around the bend?
Cowboy poetry and passel of western paintings
FC 11 H-49
26
Jake Holster
Cars of long ago
When I was a kid, cars and horses were mixed, more or less. In a car, horses and buggies were hard to miss.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
92
Yvonne Hollenbeck
Halloween Headlines
She had been outside all day repairing fence the calves tore down when she noticed it was getting late and she must go to town
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
95
Yvonne Hollenbeck
Prairie Patchwork
There's a faded, handmade quilt on the sofa in her room, and she always had it neatly folded there; and when I'd ask about it, a smile'd come on her face; it pleased her so to think that I would care.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
97
Yvonne Hollenbeck
Grandma's Homemade Aprons
I remember Grandma, and I guess I always will; I remember how she welcomed me to her house up on the hill.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
99
Yvonne Hollenbeck
The Thimble
I found a pretty thimble in a box down in a drawer and knew at once it was the one my mother always wore.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
100
Yvonne Hollenbeck
Nanny Needed
I'd like to find a nanny that would live here in our home to take care of my hubby 'cause he hates to be alone.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
102
Yvonne Hollenbeck
Quilter's Paradise
In these days of mass confusion, dreams of false hope and illusion there's an never-ending search for better life.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
103
Yvonne Hollenbeck
Grandma's Rocking Chair
There's a little wooden rocker, and as I see it there a lot of special memories come springing from that chair.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
107
Yvonne Hollenbeck
Patchwork Of The Prairie
She called it "patchwork of the prairie" and I never understood how one who had so little could make quilts that looked so good.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
108
Yvonne Hollenbeck
Ode To Smithsonian
My friend Mary and I were looking around in Walmart in Norfolk one day, when a light started flashing and over the speaker we heard a screechy-voiced lady say:
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
110
Yvonne Hollenbeck
Our Guild's Next Quilt Show
He sits all alone in his old easy chair; a-flippin' the channels; his wife is not there.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
111
Yvonne Hollenbeck
Her Feet Would Rock A Cradle
Her days were long and lonely when they settled on the range on a new and virgin homestead out where everything was strange.
From My Window and Other Poems
FC 11 H-48
112
Yvonne Hollenbeck
The Christmas Quilt
The first time that I saw it I was probably five years old. In fact, I don't remember it, but that's what I've been told.
Cowboy poetry and passel of western paintings
FC 11 H-49
28
Jake Holster
To kids
Darling come sit here beside me there are a lot of things I would have you see.
Cowboy poetry and passel of western paintings
FC 11 H-49
29
Jake Holster
Graduation day
I don't have the words to say how much I love you. And how proud I am of every little thing you do.
Cowboy poetry and passel of western paintings
FC 11 H-49
30
Jake Holster
Empty saddle
I sit here looking at an empty saddle in my den, on the table is a scrap book of where I have been.
Cowboy poetry and passel of western paintings
FC 11 H-49
32
Jake Holster
Times gone by
I received a letter from my home town today and I found a little time to see what they had so say.
Cowboy poetry and passel of western paintings
FC 11 H-49
33
Jake Holster
The portrait
They brought the stately mother to me, wanted a portrait of her, you see.
Cowboy poetry and passel of western paintings
FC 11 H-49
34
Jake Holster
The cowboy's Christmas prayer
Lord, here it is Christmas time again when you sent down your only son to save men.
Cowboy poetry and passel of western paintings
FC 11 H-49
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Jake Holster
An old fashioned Christmas
Come along with me to those old fashioned days with a potbelly stove providing a friendly blaze.