FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Bible In the Wind
He'd open up his Bible, so, let the wind just have its way, and when it stopped, he'd read awhile, then close the book, and pray.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
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Rod Nichols
Big Muddy
Ride 'round the big muddy ride 'round the far shore, there's quicksand and eddies and danger in store.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Big Night At Pearl's Saloon
The one-fifteen was right on time that August afternoon. Among the crates unloaded was a crate for Pearl's Saloon.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Buffalo
There was thunder in the distance, a storm about to blow, but, ol' Odd Skins, the wrangler, heard the sound of buffalo.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Coffee, Biscuits and Beans
Old Dan favors oats when I got 'em them cattle the grass tall and green, but a cowboy gets fed a bit diff'rent it's coffee and biscuits and beans.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Cowboy Right
A cowboy ain't a race my friend: it's a chosen way of life. It don't depend upon yore skin, jest can you cowboy right.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Cow-towns, 1886
Cow-towns wuz towns that jest sprung up 'count of the great cattle drives, they made their money off cowboys, that wuz the way they survived.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Creed Taylor
Creed Taylor was more than a Texan, a Texan 'mong Texans was he; his prowess in battle was legend yet part of a strange legacy.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Crossin' The River
One evenin' the moon had turned golden, the wind had picked up round the trees, I came to this bank of a river intendin' to cross it you see.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Easter Eggs
Now you might think an Easter egg was hardly cowboy fare. and mostly you'd be right of course, but I've a tale to share.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Ebb
Ol' Ebb was a hard man to work for: there wasn't no slack in his day. He figured a cowboy, a hired hand expected to work for the pay.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Empty Bank
An old cowhand took paper out, with pen, began to write, "Dear Mary, I am writing his by an empty bunk, tonight."
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Forty-four Below
Twas a diff'rent situation than they had known before: the temp outside the bunkhouse, boys, was minus forty-four.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
4 A.M. Coffee
This 4 a.m. coffee on a 3 a.m. brain, ain't nuthin so fitful I've found. Bones are still achin' from a 12, midnight, hawk and a two hour stretch on the ground.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Gatherin'
We'd gathered 'round the campfire late, two crews of men that night. Two herds arrived for one, long drive now bedded down real tight.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Gettin' By
"He's a "Lick and a Promise" young cowboy," That's what the old hands would say. "He don't take no pride in his labor. Jest tries to get by ever' day."
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Ghost Herd
One night as he lay on the prairie, his saddle up under his head, a cowboy awoke from his slumber and looked up in awe from his bed.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Goodnight's Gift
Give Charlie Goodnight credit boys for leavin' us behind a sort of western meal-on-wheels where cowboys got to dine.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Headin' Home
A cowboy's a man bent on livin', doin' the most that he can. not one to be sittin' and idle, a bed-ridden, useless, old man.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Hired Hand
"A home is the place," wrote a poet, "where folks there must need take you in. Although it may seem like imposin', there's really no choice in the end."
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Hoss Trade
Now I ain't one to jest complain unless I got good cause; it takes a bit to rile me up or make me break the law.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
In From Night Herd
When he rode in, late, from night herd it was way past two a.m. The crew were stretched out on the ground, and he sure did envy them.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Investment
The crash of the market lay two years ahead. "Bullish" was the term for the day. The investment brok'rage of Abercrom-Smith was seekin' some angle to play.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
K.C. Cowboy
"Kansas City, I'll be dogged !" young Billy had to grin, There he was and just nineteen, his first drive at an end.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Last Memory
The last steer was loaded; the rail car was bolted. By his old pocket watch it was four. The train gathered steam for the last time it seemed, soon gone like the trail drives before.