FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

A New Year's Wish

This is the New Year's wish I"m sending out to you. Find some satisfaction In every thing you do. May you always be yourself And be proud of who you are. May your work and your courage iIn this year carry you far..

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

Little Buckaroo

Your eyes are gettin' sleepy. And you're lookin' tuckered out, That you've had a busy day there sure ain't any room for doubt. You were out a-wranglin' horse soon as you rolled out of bed. "Gotta feed the horse I'm ridin' 'fore I feed myself," you said.

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

Thoughts

I have a private garden Where no one may go but me. ere I find the space to grow Anything that pleases me. I do not weed this garden. It is not a place of show. When an idea comes to me, I plant it, and let it grow

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

Hope She Knows

Just settin' here atop the hill a-lookin' down below into a little valley where a bed of roses grow beside a little cottage nestled in a grove of trees. The fragrant smell of wood smoke carries on the evenin' breeze.

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

The Best of Life

Ah, for the romance The essence of life. THat catalyst that mkes us, Into husband and wife. For life is not meant To be lived alone. We are to be bound with love To establish a home.

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

Epilogue

Dream your dreams Pay your dues, The best of life Is lived by twos. (end)

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

The Price

Ah, the inquiring mind In its insatiable quest; Will have moments of pleasure, But it will never have rest. (end)

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

The Loan

One time Old Bill thought he's expand. For that he's have to borrow. The banker said, "The way you run your ranch is room for sorrow. Why, man, your operations here are backward, obsolete. Those extra horses that you have take grass that cows could eat.

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

The Agnostic's Creed

Your world was old Long before my being. Your plan is vast Far beyond my seeing. I can polish your stones. I can plant your seeds; But I cannot comprehend The mangitude of your deeds.

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

Mother

When I was young, you were old I loved you then as precious gold. When I was little, you were big; You were the tree, I but the twig. When I was foolish, wise were you, Questions I asked, answers you knew

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

Improvements

There's some that like the power they feel in a speeding car. And some a rocket ship that travels like a falling star. And now they have a capsule that can speed through outer space and carry as a pay load members of the human race.

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

Our Grade

When this day is over We'll cliam a nights repose. Then somewhere up above A giant grade book will close. When our life is over The final mark is made. Then someone up above Will give the final grade.

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

Promises Kept

Some day in that heavenly space Where we hope our prayers are heard. A booming voice will inquire,, "Did you keep your word?" (end)

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

To the First Born

Peacefully you sleep When we ocme to adore, Oh wha tycould you teach Those that calim to know more? Awake! Little Child, So late of the womb. Tell us whence you came And sent by whom

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

Can't Beat a Country Mornin'

Old horse, there's somethin' 'bout it gets beneath a feller's hide to see fat cows a-grazin', calves contented at their side. Or restin' full and peaceful in the shade along the crick with calves that's nearly hidden in the grass that's tall and thick.

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

To the Parent

Only one book is written When one life is complete. To pretend to know the library, Is bugt a foolish man's conceit. (end)

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

Big Fish

We're there in Wilbur's stable grabbin' some like fellers will. Old Smokey Jones and Wilbur. Me, a stranger and Old Bill. This stranger's long on tellin' all the things that he has done. To do what all he claims he'd be at least a hundred one.

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

Never Had a Drop

"I'm wild some when I was young," said Old Bill with a grin. "And I'll admit that I would tip the bottle now and then. "And then I fell for Isabelle, the preacher's only daughter. Then I gave up the Devil's cup because she said I oughter.

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

Weren't Half As Good

We're gatherin' the cattle up around the Darby Peaks. Have driven to a meadow that's cut up with serveral creeks. Beyond, the gate is opened to the holding trap ahead. But one old cow decides she's goin' somewhere else enstead.

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

Bull Fighter

Old Bill set out some apple trees. Some cherries, prunesand peach, Was buildin' of a fence around so cattle couldn't reach. Or else they'd strip the leaves and kill he had the corner posts all in and tamped with special care.

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

Empty Cot in the Bunkhouse

There's an empty cot in the bunkhouse tonight. There's a horse nickers down by the corral. He is waiting in vain for the loving hand and a voice that he knew so well. There's an old yellow dog so sad and forlorn whining low on the bunkhouse floor.

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

A Plumb Bad Horse

"This feller had a pony that he tho't was sure a beaut. The only thing I figgered he's be good for was to shoot. "For baitin' of kioties only thing he's be of worth. He said, 'Now that's unthinkable.

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

A Story of Romance

One night I'm headin' in to town. My pony loped along.The night was warm, and feeling good,I opened up in song. I ended with a yodel that would make a ki--ot blush. Ahead I heard some hoofbeats cross a bridge there with a rush.

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

Christmas Calf

Little feller, you sure picked a rugged time to come. It's a wonder that you ain't plum frozen stiff and numb. For this howlin' blizzard sure is kickin' up a storm. But we'll put you in the barn where it is snug and warm

Trail Dust

FC 11 K-32

E.J. Kirchoff

Pete

It was early in September on a warm and sunny day. In Pendleton the Round Up there would soon be underway. We're tryin' out some horses just to see if they were rough. And some, I hope to tell you now, were really plenty tough.