FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
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Rod Nichols
Lest We Forget
The herd was bedded for the night some three miles from the town, you could see the lights of two saloons and almost hear their sounds.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
74
Rod Nichols
Little Bill's Bar
Sometimes it jest seems my life's a routine: my bound'ries don't stretch very far. I cowboy fer pay then blow it away each payday at Little Bill's Bar.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
76
Rod Nichols
Little More Rope
What I couldn't do with a foot more of rope I'm tellin' you boys and it's true, I'd have fewer misses and unanswered wishes and more pocket change than I do.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
78
Rod Nichols
Llano
They camped by the Llano; it'd rained the whole day. Tweren't nuthin' weren't soggy or damp. No use to be lookin' fer wood that would burn, they settled into a cold camp.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
80
Rod Nichols
Moment's Peace
One more cup of coffee, Lord, outside is fallin' rain. Though some might like it diff'rent, Sir, you'll not hear me complain.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
81
Rod Nichols
Needs
The day's too hot; the night's too cold. These bones are too blame stiff. Jest gittin' up takes all I got. I think you git my drift.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
82
Rod Nichols
New Year's At Cutter Bill's
Twas New Year's Eve at Cutter Bill's, the old year 'bout to pass. The boys stood tall as one and all prepared to raise his glass.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
85
Rod Nichols
Nighthawk
He thought he heard a whisper, low, but it could have been a breeze, a-movin' through the cottonwoods and a-rustlin' up the leaves.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
87
Rod Nichols
Old Hand
It was nigh on to evenin' when he got the word, the Bar-T was hirin ag'in. They'd got up a herd, now, for one final drive, and figgured they'd need a few men.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
90
Rod Nichols
Ol' Texas
Sittin' round the campfire light on the northern Chisholm trail, they knew before the evenin' died, they'd hear that Texan's tale.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
93
Rod Nichols
Pal
At night when the long day is over the wind sort of whispers around, I gaze at the shadows the moonlight has cast all about o'er the ground.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
95
Rod Nichols
Prairie Law
There is a law on the prairie a Code of The West if you will, it may not be written on tablets but nevertheless it is real.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
97
Rod Nichols
Rabbit
"Well I should've known," ol'Rabbit went on, "that gal wanted all she could see. She wanted the best and nuthin' else less and the last thing she wanted wuz me."
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
99
Rod Nichols
Rain
The camp is wet; my slicker's wet. All hope of fire is soomed. The ground is soaked; debris' afloat and I'm mired down in gloom.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
100
Rod Nichols
Ridin' Out
Bacon in the mornin' boys, biscuits fresh and hot, coffee brewin' on the fire glad for what I got.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
101
Rod Nichols
Riverboat
He'd driven some cattle to ol' Louisian' first crossin' the sleepy Sabine, then loadied some steers on a great riverboat that left New Orleans under steam.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
103
Rod Nichols
Rough Night
It was there, and he could feel it slowly movin' 'cross his legs. The blanket that concealed the thing showed an undulatin' wave.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
106
Rod Nichols
Roundup
The long days of summer were over, the winds of the fall had arrived when eight of us saddled our ponies and rode out for roundup and drive
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
110
Rod Nichols
Saddlebag Man
Strange, how you know a man most of your life tell stories of what you recall. Then with his passin' to finally find you never did know him at all.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
112
Rod Nichols
Sagebrush Sense
Ol' Ben had been around a bit, and knew a heap of things. We boys were sorta "Green" I guess, so he took us 'neath his wings.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
115
Rod Nichols
Signs Along The Trail
There are signs that tell a story as you ride along a trail. From the things some leave behind them you can read their sep'rate tales.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
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Rod Nichols
Smokey
He'd a bag of ol' Bull Durham when he wished to roll a smoke, a an of Garrett snuff, ol' son, and a Beechnut plug to tote.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
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Rod Nichols
Texas Cowboy
He's tall in the saddle though low 'neath the sun. He's a hard-workin' rider whose day ain't half-done.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
121
Rod Nichols
Texas Trail Herd
When they woke up that mornin' the grass was in dew, so they rested the cattle before they would move. Then they started the herd up and rounded the strays and headed for Kansas and another, long day.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
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Rod Nichols
Thanksgivin' Day
I reckon a cowboy's like ever'one else whenever Thanksgivin' rolls 'round. He's grateful, you see for blessin's received in a life that he's glad he has found.