FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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After Summer Rain

Mornin' sun is shinin' golden On the rimrocks 'cross the way As it clears the eastern hill tops Startin' out another day. World is lookin' fresh and fragrant From the rainin' in the night. While above a sky of puer Blue is lookin' washed and bright.

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Didn't Make It

Each time I ride with Smokey Jones, Said Old bill with a grin, I always swear, by gosh, that I Sure never will again. But every time he comes along And says 'let's go to town.' Well, all them good resolves I've made

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Your Smile

Like the glory of the dawning when a day is given birth And the sun with all its' splendor Comes to brighten up the earth; Like the cahnging, flaming colors As they paint the western sky When the sun's fulfilled hismission

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Doctor's Orders

We're there in Wilbur's stable Gabbin' some like fellers will. Old Smokey Jones, some others, Me and Wilbur and Old Bill. Old Bill is eyein' Wilbur. On his face he's got a grin.

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Misplaced Fence

Old Bill reached for his Climax. Very careful cut a chew. Said, "Smokey Jones denies this, but by gosh, I swear it's true. Now him and me had gone to town In that big car of his.

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Rope Horse

this feller came to Wilbur's Lookin' for a horse to buy. And Wilbur had some good ones That would really take your eye. Accordin' to this feller, Weren't a horse that Wilbur had But what that pony's good points

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Just the Way I Like It

Old Bill and me, said Smokey Jones,, Was down in Mexico. We're somewhat younger then, of course, A number years ago. We'd been a punchin' catt.e Had a quite a range to ride.

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A Little Difference

This feller came to Wilbur. Said, I got this horse for sale. He surely is a dandy Workin' cows or ridin' trail. And as a ropin' pony This old horse is hardd totop. And when he puts the brakes on

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Stingy

When I was just a kid I worked A spell for this old boy. But he's so stingy wasn't long I stayed in his employ. I'd hardly get to bed until He's poundin' on my door.

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Summer Evening- Haying Time

So peaceful and cool is the evening After heat and the rush of the day. So restful to sit here relaxing As the glow from the sun fades away. With bellies filled up from their grazing, Now the cattle bed down for the night.

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E.J. Kirchoff

Change of Heart

It was a long old winter with The snow banks piled high. Storm after storm kept droppin' snow Flakes form a leaden sky. The merc'ry hung away below For days and days on end.

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Our Cook

He wouldn't win no prizes as A beauty, that's for sure. He rassled all the pots and pans. And did the cookin' chore. He always had a heavy growth of stubble on his jaw

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The Frog

We're drivin' cows to summer range Around the Darby Peaks. And stoped to let 'em water in A meadow cut with creeks. Our horses, too, are drinkin' when Of green there is a flash. From off the bank a bull frog hits

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Mosquitoes

The summer saw a lot of rain, The grass grew lush and tall With lots of water in the hills At roundup time that fall. We're up around the Darby Peaks. Some mornin's grewy with fog.

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Yes

There's a big old moon up yonder Shinin' on a winter land. In my heart, old horse, there's summer. She just promised me her hand. Tho' the mercury is hangin' Low, my spirit's soarin' high.

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Old Timer and the Tyro

He came ridin' on his pony With a gun on either hip. Face and clothes with dirt was covered From a long and dusty trip. He rode up to where Old Timer Was a settin' in the shade.

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No Cup

Said Smokey Jones one night while we Are settin' round the fire. Someone had added on some fuel So it was burnin' higher. We're gatherin the cattle from the mountains in the fall.

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Through the Seasons

Been a ridin' after cattle Tho' it's melted here below, Still the granite peaks are covered With a lot of winter snow. Wind a whistlin' off the snow caps

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First Rain

Old pony, I'm a bettin' Clouds a bildin' in the sky Are loadin' up with moisture For a range that's mighty dry. Ain't had a drop of rain now Through the summer's dryin' heat.

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End of a Friendship

We're loafin' 'round the fire Havin' et our evenin' chow. From off across the meadow Comes the beller of a cow. old Bill reached ofr his Climax. Cut himself a husky chew

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No Mix Up

this old boy was plenty ornery. I'll not mention of his name. Tho' he claimed he was a Christian He sure didn't live the game. went to church on every Sunday. Set there pius as a Saint.

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Worthless

I one time had this pony that was pretty as could be. A sorrel with a flaxen mane and tail. She could hold her own with any when it came to workin' cows. Or on a steep and rocky

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Art

Old Bill let our a snort that you Could heard a mile away. He said, A lot of fellers have an awful lot to say. They think they know the answers 'cause Experts they claim to be.

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Looks Deceive

We're there in Wilbur's stable just Achewin' of the fat, When Wilbur lit a big cigar And then pushed back his hat. At times it's plumb surprisin how Some feller's look deceive.

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Settled Down

I was driftin' through the country. This was many years ago. Headin' south to warmer climate So's to miss the winter snow. Way back then I'm just a drifter. Just a footloose buckaroo