FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
57
Perry L. Williams
Morning song
The mocking birds they make a home where dogs and cats and children roam they sing a song that souds to good it brightens up our neighborhood
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
58
Perry L. Williams
Savin' the critters
The envir'mentalists wuz a marchin' talkin' loud about th' need to rescue Texas minners that most folks ain't never see'd
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
59
Perry L. Williams
In time of need
What do you do friend when things start to lapse?
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
62
Perry L. Williams
Heaven's choice
New Mexico, New Mexico, a wide and gracious land.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
63
Perry L. Williams
A sure thing
As we write our poems about the West we talk of cowboys strong. Or maybe herds of longhorn steers that drovers move along.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
64
Perry L. Williams
Homeward bound
An old cowboy sat rockin' one star-lit night. His hands were old and wrinkled and his hair was snowy white.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
69
Perry L. Williams
Mother love
Her husband yelled he needed help to put 'em in the pen.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
70
Perry L. Williams
Cowboy
Sit down by my campfire I'll sing you a song. About punchers herdin' wild cattle along.
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
72
Perry L. Williams
Standin' tall
A tribute to one whose upright standin' tall there in his spot holds up to lots of pressure see, he's pulled on quite a lot
Tracks in the sand: original cowboy poetry
FC 11 W-36
73
Perry L. Williams
Figure it out
He was a Texas ranchboy and he had to go to school. Cause his daddy didn't want 'im growin' up to be a fool.
Poems Mostly Cowboy
FC 11 N-16
65
Dick Nichols
Thoughts in the Dawn
A rooster crowed in the stillness In the moments preceding the dawn I opened my eyes in the darkness Soon the night would be gone
Poems Mostly Cowboy
FC 11 N-16
68
Dick Nichols
A Way of Life is Born
The civil war was over And desperation stalked the land There were many who were starving But none would give a helping hand
Poems Mostly Cowboy
FC 11 N-16
74
Dick Nichols
That Old She Cat and Me
I had spent the winter chasin strays Like I had most every year My winters work was almost done And spring was nearly here
Poems Mostly Cowboy
FC 11 N-16
81
Dick Nichols
Don't Mourn the Day
The old grass had lived for a summer But in the fall it withered and died As we have lived out our lifetime And traveled through life side by side
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
15
Rhoda Sivell
The Range Call
I'm lonely to-night for the old range, And the voices I loved to hear; Though the band in the town is playing, The music comes soft to my ear.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
16
Gwendolen Haste
The Ranch In The Coulee
He built a ranch house down a little draw, So that he should have wood and water near. The bluffs rose all around. She never saw The arching sky, the mountains lifting clear;
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
17
Dee Strickland Johnson
Herd A-Passin'
I can see, this early mornin', In the soft gray light of dawn, A cloud of dust a-risin' As a herd comes movin' on.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
19
Maggie Mae Sharp
Grass
It was a single blade of new, green grass that now lay gently in her hand-- Its importance not apparent to those who may not understand...
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
21
Delia Gist Gardner
Hail And Farewell
Think not on my brittle bones mingling with dust, for These Are but a handful added To those gone before.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
23
Virginia Bennett
All That Is Left
At the mouth of a redrock canyon Near the base of a sandstone cliff She stands there, a skeleton sentinel With branches arthritic and stiff.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
24
Jo Maseberg
Roses For A Cowgirl
"Don't bring me roses till I die," She told him all her life. "I'm more a lilac kind of girl, A daisy kind of wife."
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
27
Debra Coppinger Hill
The Edge
"It will be a Long-day," You would say, as you checked the cinch. And with that, I would know Not to expect you Until darkness had begun.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
29
A. Kathy Moss
Little Jo Monaghan
Little Jo Monaghan, a legend in his time, Traveled to Ruby, Idaho, with gold on his mind. Back in 1868,, he rode in with all he had, At scarcely five foot tall, he was a fragile-looking lad.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
31
June Brander Gilman
Brander Sisters
Those sisters of mine were cowgirls fine Who asked no favors and wanted no pity, As they put on a show at any rodeo From Calgary to New York City.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
33
Gwen Petersen
Lilac Time
On a windswept prairie sparsely set With tiny homestead shacks, A man and a woman partnered there In work that bent their backs.