FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
15
Robert L. Laumeyer
Courage
You know you can fail And yet not a failure be. When a leaf falls, it does not kill a tree. Pity not the one who fails, But the one that does not try; For he shall be a loser And never even know why.
Trail Dust
FC 11 K-32
19
E.J. Kirchoff
Gossip
We're there in Wilbur's stable just a-chewin' of the fat. Discussin' of the eather, price of beef, and this and that. One feller said, "I heard a bit of gossip tht is new. The feller told me of it doesn't lie, so must be true.
Trail Dust
FC 11 K-32
21
E.J. Kirchoff
Old Bill's Hat
Someone said, "Bill, your old hat looks like what the cats drug in. It looks like it has seen at least a hundred years and ten. "And it sure doesn't look as if it has seen gentle use. It's packin' all the ear marks of a lifetime of abuse.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
Robert L. Laumeyer
Employment
A plan to always have a job, Is very easily made. Just be sure you are worth more, Than you expect to be paid. (end)
Trail Dust
FC 11 K-32
24
E.J. Kirchoff
Ranching by Computer
"Was readin' just the other day what this professor had to say, some highly educated bloke," said Smokey Jones. Then rolled a smoke. "This feller said, ' The ranchin' game has gotta change. Can't stay the same.
Trail Dust
FC 11 K-32
28
E.J. Kirchoff
A Real Cowboy
There sure is lots of difference in the way a cowboy looks. Ain't all build like the hero you will find in story books. There's some that's tall and skinny. Others that are short and fat. And some you'll find there is don't even wear a cowboy hat.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
16
Robert L. Laumeyer
Our Inheritance
In the woods a pine droped a cone. A seedling started, the perfect clone. The wind blew and bent the stem. A deer ate the top, a new top began. Rains came, and hte seedling grew. Te cold came and the winds blew.
Trail Dust
FC 11 K-32
29
E.J. Kirchoff
Something Comes To Mind
"This old boy was a neighbor back when I'm a kid at home. His hair was white around the edge, but missing his dome. "Tho' toothless he could eat a steak as good as me or you. And like Old Bill, he kept a plug of Climax he'd chew.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
17
Robert L. Laumeyer
Tolerance
What a modern man can learn From a study of the past, Is the abillity to adapt Is what makes a species last. When he looks to the future It should not seem at all strange;
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
17
Intolerance
Intolerance
I have a right to be wrong, And it is a right I give to you; As long as the mistakes you make Are the things, that I would do. (end)
Trail Dust
FC 11 K-32
33
E.J. Kirchoff
Either Way
Old Bill said, "I've been thinkin' back. When I weren't very tall the Indian Reservation where we lived sure wasn't small. "Most of the kids I played with had a skin of copper hue. Them neighbors was as good as any that I ever knew.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
18
Robert L. Laumeyer
Let Me Hear You Speak
Oh, my friend, of so long ago, Again, I wish to hear you speak. I want to know, i fyou now know What in life, you helped me seek. Was there a maker, who knew you? Did he care what you had wrought?
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
18
Robert L. Laumeyer
The Pedagogue's Mysteries
The Pedagogue cannot teach, That, which he does not know. How a child is created Or why a tomato will grow. He can read all the records The empirical data is plain. But the how and why of life
Trail Dust
FC 11 K-32
35
E.J. Kirchoff
Stolen Winks
I've sometimes spread my soogans on some ground almighty hard. Have slept in sheets of linen that were white and smooth as lard. I've bedded down on feathers. And I've bedded down on straw. Been canvas tarp protected when the night was wet and raw.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
19
Robert L. Laumeyer
The Teacher's Creed
From lemon trees I shall pick no pears. From barley seed No corn will I grow. Let me teach the child And the parents I shall know. I can but harvest What the parents seed.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
19
Robert L. Laumeyer
The Teacher's Promise
A good harvester Will get the grain clean; And I will slavage All that I can glean. (end)
Trail Dust
FC 11 K-32
36
E.J. Kirchoff
Horses
The talk in Wilbur's stable, as was often want to do, had turned to that of horses. Different ones that fellers knew. Old Smokey had a cuttin' horse of which he sure was proud. Another, of his rope horse, started boastin' long and loud.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
19
Robert L. Laumeyer
Thought
A thought has its own merit, Regardless of its source. Its truth will not vary, Be the thinker fine or coarse. (end)
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
20
Robert L. Laumeyer
Gems
Gem pearls are found in oysters. Pure gold in worthless quartz. The elite display them both, In rich and famous resorts. Many copies of the real Have been made man. The common eye can't tell, But a trained jeweler can.
Trail Dust
FC 11 K-32
39
E.J. Kirchoff
Proven Wrong
"A feller in his lifetime," Smokey Jones said, "makes the claim of things he says he'll never do. But does 'em just the same. I one time said a white horse was the kind I'd never buy. And yet, I bought a white horse was the apple of my eye.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
20
Robert L. Laumeyer
vice and Virtue
OUr vices and our virtues May be forged from a common ore. One we do the right amount The other we do a little more. (end)
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
21
Robert L. Laumeyer
Equality
All men are created equal, Is a statement often denied. Some felt that they were superior, Becaues to understand they tried. THey had asked lots of questions, About the purpose of their life.
Trail Dust
FC 11 K-32
41
E.J. Kirchoff
No Tenderfoot
This feller sure don't look like any cowboy, none at all. He's weigh around three hundred so you couldn't say he's small. He's big of girth and has a paunch extendin' pretty far. He's workin' in a tavern at the job of tendin' bar.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
21
Robert L. Laumeyer
The Cradle Maker
I work with love, on what I make. In this bed, new life will sleep and wake. When I'm where, no harm can reak my sleep, New life, in this bed will laugh and weep (end)
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
22
Robert L. Laumeyer
A New Year's Toast
The past is ours. We have it yet. It will be ours, Till we forget. The coming year We're cheering on; Will not be ours, Until it's gone.