FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Better
I have no need for a better pen. What I need is a better mind. Blacker ink is not my yen, it's the truth I hunt to find. I do not need a bigger book what I need is a clear thought. It's not a long poem for which I look
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Robert L. Laumeyer
A Land Where Eagles Fly
In this land of noise and crowds and pollution's yellow sky, I'm proud of the Lazy L, a land where eagles still fly. I winter in Sund City where many new things I try. I summer in Montana, a land where eagles fly.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
A Christmas Wish For My Wife
Wife, may our good times always last. May every day be full of cheer. May we remember the good times past, and look ahead to each New Year. May there be flowers along our way, and may we remain side by side.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
On War
When the old men argue it's the young men who die. Be it in Vietnam or under desert sky. Politics and power, ideology or gold, when the old men argue they young men will grow cold. Be it the price of crude, or how to worship God
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Robert L. Laumeyer
On Time
A hundred years is long to frail and mortal man, but it is but a moment to rocks, the streams, the land. Man feels he dominates, with things he wants his way. He dams, he mines, and he plows.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Moonlight and Wedded Bliss
The moon sailed over high above and flooded our room with light. Beside me lay the one I love, her lovely face looked white. Around her face her dark hair hung as she snuggled close to me.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Are You There?
Are you there and do you care? Do you have room for me? I'm lost in a world, the smallest needle in the forest's largest tree. To whom do I account? Do I really count? Do you have room for me? I'm a tiny grain of the finest sand covered by the sea.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Poet's Fame
Plaques are flattering and prizes are fun. We all want to be number one. The sprinter knows praise will not change how good or bad his race was run. Long afte a poet is dead some poem that he wrote may be read.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Epilogue
Long after the poet is dead will live the wise words that he said. No praise nor acclaimed fame will cause foolish words to remain.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Not Alone
Oh, he does not live alone. He lives in a house with books. And he has brillant friends on every shelf he looks. They tell him their special thoughts through essay, fiction, or poem. That's why he likes his friends and keeps them in his home.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Election 2000 - I Liked Ike
Through time's distant haze I crawled thorugh the maze to party I could cheer. Not the talk of hate or who was whose mate. A party we held dear. A war hero we could cheer. The elephant walk was proud. Much choice was allowed. Taxes made, bills were paid.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Charlie
God only sent you to us for such a little while, but we learned to love you and your angelic smile. God needed another angel so He took you to His home. We know He loves you hearly but we feel so much alone.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Charlie's Smile
The message in my grandson's smile - be happy, love, people, have fun. Do it now, do not delay. Who knows when life's time is done?
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Charlie's Memorial
We came to honor Charlie's life, the seedling that didn't become a tree. We are filled with grief and anger that his life came without a gurantee. But before we become too angry or before we cry too deep
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Death Of A Seedling
Of all the woes this world knows we have no scale to weigh. We can't compare our sorrow now with our grief of yesterday. We can cry with our hearts and we can cry with our eyes. we feel we suffer the most when a little child dies.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
A Request
Oh, mother, the love of my youth, my daughter has sent you her son. Now Please do all the things for him that for me you have already done.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Sorrow
We cannot measure sorrow. We know more of cousin pain. Her little sister, sadness, how much would she have to gain? Sorrow can't be quantified though it fills our total soul. To take over our being is sorrow's
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Robert L. Laumeyer
The Plan
If we comprehend God's great master plan we are surely gods or He is merely man.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
The Hunter Will Sleep
One of these days, and it won't be long, the hunter will sing the last of his song. It may be we'll hear songs of lament sung by his family, sad that he went. He'd hoped kin knew some of his rhyme
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Epilogue
Oh, we will bury the hunter but we will not bury his rhyme, for his thoughts came from the ages and may live on the pages of time.
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--His Epitaph--
Here lies the hunter, may his work live. He gaves us the best had to give.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
The House Inspector Mrs. Bee Bee
The younger mother was very proud of the first job she had won. He sociology degree meant her college work was done. She went to visit Oldski's house. The old man lived all alone. She would find out if he could cope
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Epilogue
To some, to be a fool comes naturally, others it may take a college degree.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Life Allotment
A short pause between what was before and what will come after forever more. A tiny dot on the page of time. All that is known for sure, this time is mine. No say when to end what was before. Scant control when to start forever more.
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Another Book
Another book has been written. It's almost too much work to be fun. But I find it fills me with pride when I see another book is done. From every book I have written I feel a great deal has been learned.