FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Poems Mostly Cowboy
FC 11 N-16
42
Dick Nichols
The Hunter Gooseless Greg
In the foggy northern tundra A downy gosling lay, Tucked safe and warm at mothers breast Against the frigid day.
Poems Mostly Cowboy
FC 11 N-16
44
Dick Nichols
Aunt Mary Was Away
Old Uncle was alone that night Aunt Mary was away She had gone to visit Grandma And decided she would stay
Poems Mostly Cowboy
FC 11 N-16
46
Dick Nichols
County Fair Day
We always had a county fair A very festive time of year Folks throughout the hills Would come from far and near
Poems Mostly Cowboy
FC 11 N-16
48
Dick Nichols
Sunday Dinner
Now our Pappy had a hankerin To raise blue ribbon hogs He kept them out behind the barn In a pen he'd made from logs
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
26
Perry L. Williams
That ain't no bull
Malcomb had a duty to go out and check the stash.
Poems Mostly Cowboy
FC 11 N-16
50
Dick Nichols
Preacher Perkins
Reverend Perkins was a preacher That used to drift around the hills He'd call somewhere at mealtime And fill hi sjug from neighbor's stills
Poems Mostly Cowboy
FC 11 N-16
52
Dick Nichols
Grandpa's Still
One year me an Oscar Spent the summer hoein corn We'd finish late in the evening And we'd start in early morn
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
Perry L. Williams
The cook-off
They circled up the wagons and got ready for the test, see, the cowoby cooks was fixin' to find out who was best.
Poems Mostly Cowboy
FC 11 N-16
54
Dick Nichols
Cousin Matthew
Matthew had a habit stealin They caught him time and time again When ever he got out of jail They would put him right back in
Poems Mostly Cowboy
FC 11 N-16
56
Dick Nichols
Matthew Comes Home
You remember Cousin Matthew? The one the Judge ran out of town Well it was Christmas in the Ozarks When Old Matt came back around
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
29
Perry L. Williams
A silent partner
A lonesome cowboy driftin' in the winter huntin' work.
Poems Mostly Cowboy
FC 11 N-16
58
Dick Nichols
Death Valley Pete
One day long ago, in the land of the snow The frost cut sharp in the air The snow swirled around, it covered the ground And the chill seeped in everywhere
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
32
Perry L. Williams
Usin' his head
Bill Clinton he had Hillary Custer had back luck Tuffy Cooper had a horse that shore did like to buck
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
Perry L. Williams
Huntin' the trail
Not an easy trail sometimes dim and frail it winds slowly toward distant dreams.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
36
Perry L. Williams
Turn 'er back
The Dickens County cowboys they're some mean and lows as how. That they'll stand up to man or beast or pig, or dog, or cow.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
37
Perry L. Williams
Jim's boots
Jim's boots lay in the bunkhouse frayed and worn, against the wall. Abandoned and forgotten like the roan, out in the stall.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
38
Perry L. Williams
Bill's dream
He was ridin' on his gray horse chasin' cows out through the sand. When he saw the clouds a partin' and he heard a heavenly band.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
40
Perry L. Williams
Workin' bad country
The roundup time she rolled around and the cowboys gathered in. To go and find the wild bunch and put em in a pen.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
43
Perry L. Williams
The hunter
I've hunted wiley whitetails in scrubby Texas trees. And ducks in marshy bottoms where they'z mud up to my knees.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
45
Perry L. Williams
Comanche winds
The cowboy thought of youthful days when he left his mama's home. He thought about his mama's tears and his cowboy urge to roam.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
46
Perry L. Williams
My buddies
My dog he's got a waggy tail and big long floppy ears the way they hand there by his head I wonder how he hears?
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
47
Perry L. Williams
Creekwood Ranch Christmas
Christmas day broke clear and bright as sunshine pushed away the night but in the north the storm clouds rolled with hint of change and winter cold
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
49
Perry L. Williams
Rosey
We heard all these buzzin's horse flies by the dozens bitin' ponies and riders as well.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
53
Perry L. Williams
Fame
He went through life and traveled far and reached to grasp some distant star that promised to bring wealth and fame a world that knew his face and name.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
55
Perry L. Williams
Partners
Back in 1867, on the Goodnight-Loving Trail. The Comance Indians did attack, with a death-defying wail