FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Shorty's Yarns: Western Stories and Poems of Bruce Kiskaddon
FC 11 K-28
140
Bill Siems, ed.
Cap and Morton Each Tell One
It don't seem long since that night at Cap's place, but I reckon it has been. We was talkin' how modern things was gittin'.
Shorty's Yarns: Western Stories and Poems of Bruce Kiskaddon
FC 11 K-28
142
Bill Siems, ed.
Stickin' to One Idee
One night over at the home ranch several of us was settin' on the front porch. We got to talkin' about folks changin' from one plan to another and losin' a lot of time and work.
Shorty's Yarns: Western Stories and Poems of Bruce Kiskaddon
FC 11 K-28
144
Bill Siems, ed.
Hell Among the Yearlin's
Between the home ranch and the south ranch laid a big strip of country we called Middle Valley.
Shorty's Yarns: Western Stories and Poems of Bruce Kiskaddon
FC 11 K-28
148
Bill Siems, ed.
Ike Gets a New Job
About a week after they had took Cap to town with a broke leg the Boss goes in to see him. He comes back all fussed up.
Shorty's Yarns: Western Stories and Poems of Bruce Kiskaddon
FC 11 K-28
151
Bill Siems, ed.
The Old Timers
A bunch of old longhorns that's peacefully grazin', Like forty years back you'd still see on the range. When you come to think of it, it's really amazin', The way that the people and cattle both change.
Shorty's Yarns: Western Stories and Poems of Bruce Kiskaddon
FC 11 K-28
153
Bill Siems, ed.
Shorty's Boss Buys Purebred Bulls
Things got to changin' around the spread and all the old hands was gone. Even Ike went. I got a letter from Ed Gray, a feller that had been with us a couple of years
Shorty's Yarns: Western Stories and Poems of Bruce Kiskaddon
FC 11 K-28
155
Bill Siems, ed.
Bruce Kiskaddon Visits Old Friends in Arizona
On Saturday, April 8, the Livestock Growers of Mohave County held their spring meet. They gathered at the Cane Springs ranch on the Sandy, forty miles from Kingman.
Shorty's Yarns: Western Stories and Poems of Bruce Kiskaddon
FC 11 K-28
158
Bill Siems, ed.
Afterword For The City Dweller - The Old Night Hawk
I am not a cowboy, or even a want-to-be anymore--the work is too hard, and the pay is too low.
Shorty's Yarns: Western Stories and Poems of Bruce Kiskaddon
FC 11 K-28
159
Bill Siems, ed.
The Old Night Hawk
I am up tonight in the pinnacles bold Where the rim towers high. Where the air is clear and the wind blows cold, And there's only the horses and I.
Scribblings
FC 11 R-42
1
Norman Edward Rourke
Sunshine on the Prairie
Sunshine on the prairie brings joy to the heart, The cowboys are up and ready to start
Scribblings
FC 11 R-42
2
Norman Edward Rourke
Luther Morse
They say they're gone: the cowboys, They say their day is past, They say technology is the thing That's moving this world so fast.
Scribblings
FC 11 R-42
3
Norman Edward Rourke
Lost Love
They called him Juan the Mexican, They said he rode with Pancho on his daring Columbus raid
Scribblings
FC 11 R-42
4
Norman Edward Rourke
Love Lost
She sat alone, the fire her only friend, Her heart recalled forgotten years, And things that might have been: A young love so bold and sure
Scribblings
FC 11 R-42
5
Norman Edward Rourke
Anazazi
They were old, from a time before, When creatures walked along the shore Of rivers gone to desert sand, And emptiness filled a barren land.
Scribblings
FC 11 R-42
6
Norman Edward Rourke
Little Jake
Little Jake the burro was testin' out his legs, T'weren't nothin' more than spindly sticks, A couple of skinny pegs
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FC 11 R-42
7
Norman Edward Rourke
Emmett Dalton at Horsethief Canyon (Based on a true legend)
It was a blustery morn in '05 when he stepped from the train, A bulky coat, hat pulled low, he was a man without a name
Scribblings
FC 11 R-42
8
Norman Edward Rourke
Just Another Cowboy
I was settin' 'n thinkin' 'bout the years that passed my way, Wonderin' if I'd done this or that would it be different today.
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FC 11 R-42
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Norman Edward Rourke
Nature
Through poetry we can have a greater appreciatioin of Nature. A fragile, yet important, part of our environment and life, Nature reminds us we do not own the world.
Scribblings
FC 11 R-42
9
Norman Edward Rourke
To Goldfinches
Noisy creatures, the finch of gold, Chirping a single note As if they word should be told: They are here with spring and all is new
Scribblings
FC 11 R-42
10
Norman Edward Rourke
Waiting
Beneath the bush hiding carefully, In stillness do you wait, Your dappled color blending well, Keeps you from the hunter
Scribblings
FC 11 R-42
11
Norman Edward Rourke
Warm
A cold rain shrouds the place where I am, As trees, their colors gone, like sentinels stand.
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12
Norman Edward Rourke
Wind
Wind blows up the hill Forced stronger by the vale below, Wherein it builds until It no longer has a place to go.
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13
Norman Edward Rourke
Stormy Day
Stormy day--we need the rain. It comes in torrents then lifts again. Air is fresh, trees are clean, flowers bloom, and grass turns green.
Scribblings
FC 11 R-42
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Norman Edward Rourke
Run Rabbit!
A rabbit runs under the bush in front, Hesitating a moment to confirm its place.
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FC 11 R-42
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Norman Edward Rourke
On wings unseen
On wings unseen they dart about, From place to place they search, Seeking nectar sweet from blossoms yet untouched.