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
The Book That Coosie Left
Ol' Coosie had a catalog, a Bible and a book, among a pile of possibles when all had had a look.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
129
Rod Nichols
The Immortal Cowboy
The sun was dyin' in the west, a day about to end, yet, though he'd seen it many times it was the first time, then.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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131
Rod Nichols
The Talent
Lord knows why the boss ever hired him, he wuzn't what you'd call a hand, he stayed in our way or in trouble, not much of a cowboy that man.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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133
Rod Nichols
Trail Cook's Complaint
There's plenty of comments a cook likes to hear, and some that a cook learns to hate. But the one that's the worst, and drives me to curse, "Hey Cookie! What's this on my plate?"
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
134
Rod Nichols
Tipperary (Belle Fourche, S.D., 1920)
Twas a sunny day out Belle Fourche way for the Roundup Rodeo. From across the State came small and great for that South Dakota show.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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137
Rod Nichols
Tribute
He wuz orn'ry, cantank'rous and jest downright mean. He wuz wild in his nature, all muscle and lean.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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138
Rod Nichols
Truth
There's times that I guess the truth is the best leastwise in the main scheme of things, you jest can't get by with any more lies it's then that you opt to come clean.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Up Close
It takes a good man to be cowboy: he works a long day for short pay, but there ain't no quit in his bein'. he's glad to be livin' that way.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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142
Rod Nichols
Wet Behind The Ears
Ol' Jake was always on my case though I'd been there a year. Each time I'd fail, I'd hear him yell, "Still wet behind the ears!"
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
144
Rod Nichols
What If's
Sometimes when life has got me down somewhere along the trail, I get a lot of "What ifs," boys, about the times I've failed.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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145
Rod Nichols
Why?
I don't know why although I've tried to reason out this thing, that brought me here and keeps me here still signin' on each spring.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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147
Rod Nichols
Widder Kate
The laughter ran from man to man as the story went around. There hadn't been since way back when a scene like that in town.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
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Rod Nichols
Winter
Winter's the worst when it happens; line camp is always alone. There's too many mem'ries and heartaches, and a wrong has a life of its own.
Drover Diaries: Original Poems of the American Cowboy
FC 11 N-14
152
Rod Nichols
Yep
"It's been awhile," the cowboy said. "Yep," replied his friend. "It must be nearly fifteen years." "Yep," he said again.
Confessions of a cowboy poet: The complete works of Bob Christensen, to date (in
FC 11 C-52
2
Bob Christensen
The space shot
Today they shot a rocket up, a long way into space
Confessions of a cowboy poet: The complete works of Bob Christensen, to date (in
FC 11 C-52
2
Bob Christensen
Gobble, gobble hobble
While visiting a rancher on a balmy afternoon we talked of cattle prices and what they'd be in June.
Confessions of a cowboy poet: The complete works of Bob Christensen, to date (in
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Bob Christensen
The bachelor gal
We'd been selling in Montana it was getting close to dark it was cattle feed we peddled to ranchers near the Park.
Confessions of a cowboy poet: The complete works of Bob Christensen, to date (in
FC 11 C-52
5
Bob Christensen
Rancher's revenge
We'd worked all day a branding calves and now we took a rest Buck opened a six-pack, took a smoke out of his vest
Confessions of a cowboy poet: The complete works of Bob Christensen, to date (in
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7
Bob Christensen
The feed order
Hello? Yes sir we sell feed. Sure we'll make the kind you need.
Confessions of a cowboy poet: The complete works of Bob Christensen, to date (in
FC 11 C-52
7
Bob Christensen
The vet
You know I'l bet that there's a vet a hanging up his shingle like lawyer guys they multiplies, there's three work out of Dingle
Confessions of a cowboy poet: The complete works of Bob Christensen, to date (in
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Bob Christensen
Old Jupitor
Doc, you've got to come right out I need you on the spot It's Old Jupitor, there's something wrong, he's the best bull that I've got
Confessions of a cowboy poet: The complete works of Bob Christensen, to date (in
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Bob Christensen
The square dance
They took me to a square dance, I didn't want to go
Confessions of a cowboy poet: The complete works of Bob Christensen, to date (in
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Bob Christensen
Tree of Utah
I hope that I shall never see another giant cemet tree with giant balls of red and green a fouling up some desert scene
Confessions of a cowboy poet: The complete works of Bob Christensen, to date (in
FC 11 C-52
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Bob Christensen
Salesman's relief
For half my life I've traveled, I've ridden for the brand It's cattle feed I've peddled through most this western land
Confessions of a cowboy poet: The complete works of Bob Christensen, to date (in
FC 11 C-52
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Bob Christensen
The pickup
Sir, you really are in luck, yes I might just sell this truck I'd most as soon though sell my wife, I've driv' her nearly all my life