FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Faded jeans n' wore out boots
FC 11 M-61
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T. Matheny
A cowboy's farewell
Lord we're sending' you a fella today by the name of Hackamore Dan. When he gets there give him his share 'cause Dan were a real top hand.
Faded jeans n' wore out boots
FC 11 M-61
65
T. Matheny
Number Thirteen
I see that number thirteen was teh collar that she wore, freedom was her destiny but dying
Faded jeans n' wore out boots
FC 11 M-61
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T. Matheny
Number Thirteen
I see that number thirteen was the collar that she wore, freedom was her destiny but dyin' was in store.
Faded jeans n' wore out boots
FC 11 M-61
68
T. Matheny
Old hammer
Old hammer's gone to brushy hills, the wild bovine to battle, Hammer's gone to workin' now, bringin' in the bosses cattle.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
89
Audrey Hankins
His Place or Mine
The owner of this ranch never sees the backside, He seldom gets as far as the house. He has things to do and places to go-- Busy making his millions, no doubt.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
91
Sally Bates
Generic Titles
I've said it loud and said it long... There's no such thing as a cowgirl.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
92
June Brander Gilman
Cowgirls of the '30s
We sisters all loved the outdoor life And were always available for hire To ride the range in the mountainous terrain And keep the cattle pushed up higher.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
94
Sally Bates
Dry Camps
It's keen when you camp Where the water's clear And the grass is green 'Cause it's grown all year.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
96
Veronica Weal
The Bay With The Star And A Snip
When my life is a prospect to daunt me, And my courage is failing at last, When the bush is returning to haunt me, Then I summon the ghosts of the past.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
99
Echo Roy
Shouldn't We Go To The House For A Horse?
When it comes to the two-legged species of man and the variance in language that we speak, it's a wonder we ever get anything done or stay together for longer than a week.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
102
Myrt Wallis
The Cook
The boys down on the Boquillas Were getting kind of lean The cook was old and greasy And nearly always mean.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
105
Maggie Mae Sharp
Hands Of Leather
Oh, how I miss those hands of leather as they last stroked my fevered brow-- I remember strength and love and warmth Though they're just the sweetest memory now.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
108
Berta Hart Nance
Cattle
Other states were carved or born. Texas grew from hide and horn.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
109
Charlotte Thompson
Mother To Mother
She doesn't try to hide her misery; Her cries echo off of the hill.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
110
Mary Austin
The Rhyme Of The Pronghorns
This is the tale that the howlers tell At the end of the hunting weather, When the quick rain rills On the bare, burnt hills
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
112
Linda M. Hasselstrom
Coyote Song
Looking twice and once again at shaking grass beside the road, I see a coyote find her shape in tawny bronze and black and buff.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
115
Marion Fitzgerald
Among Udder Things
His hairy hands he spat upon As he prepared to take the grip; I held my breath and flinched my flank As he clenched them on my tits.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
118
Jo Casteel
Somethin' Strange
My kids, half-growed and strappin', No longer on my knee. Well, maybe some--at least at times, 'Cuz one were eix and one were three.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
119
Audrey Hankins
The Granny Cow
We found her on Silver Mountain, In the oakbrush way up high. A freckled-faced old granny cow With murder in her eye.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
120
Katie Kidwell
Four-Leaf Clover
I have a little barnyard where grows theh four-leaf clover, and lucky are the animals who are the barnyard's mower.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
121
Dele Ball
The Lone Post
It might be a gatepost From a long-ago fence, Or a telephone pole, On this pasture immense.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
123
Terry Henderson
Stinky Tenant
I lived in a house a hundred years old on no foundation or blocks, no crawlway space for plumbing or heat. It perched on a few gatered rocks.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
124
Irene Rutherford McLeod
Lone Dog
I'm a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone; I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
125
Peggy Godfrey
Hank Warner's Lucky Burro
Happened back east in the Mohawk Valley Hank stopped for a bottle of pop Heard a fellow complaining about winning a burro His grousin' dragged on nonstop.
Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin'
Virginia Bennett
FC 11 B-69
127
Laurie Wagner Buyer
Sammy Blue's Rabbit Chasing Days
At dusk on a December day his high-pitched yelp splits the cold silence and the chase is on: one milk-white blur following the other over the snow.