FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

E.J. Kirchoff

Cowboys Just the Same

"I know it ain't the biggest. And it may not be the best.But I would rather have my ranch than any of the rest. I sure don't envy no one of his million dollar spread. I may not make much money, but I don't go in the red,"

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

E.J. Kirchoff

Ain't Mules

"One time I'm workin' on this ranch. Back then I'm just a kid. But I was drain' down the pay the same as grownups did. "Two fellers just at dinner time come drivin' in one day.

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

E.J. Kirchoff

A Quick Look

"One time we're gettin' ready for the roundup," Old Bill said. "I'm nearly done with shoein'. All except a could head. The wagon's greased for rollin'. Loaded down with grub to go.

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

E.J. Kirchoff

Through the Transom

We're settin' 'round the fire havin' et our evenin' chow. Rehashin' of the day's work with the talk of horse and cow. And in the talk, like fellers will, a lot of broncs are rode.

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

E.J. Kirchoff

The Runaway

The talk in Wilbur's stable, as was often want to do, had turned to that of horses. Different ones that fellers knew. There'd been some bad old buckers that were rode in champion style. The telling, to the listeneres, sometimes brought a knowing smile.

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

E.J. Kirchoff

Pert

"I knowed old Pert a number years. Although that weren't his name it's what folks always called him. And he answered to the same. He got it as a nickname. 'I'm right pert,' he'd always say if anyone in greeting asked, "Well, how are you today?'

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

E.J. Kirchoff

Nature Outing

"One time," said Old Bill, "years ago I hire out to guide some gals that had the yen for what they called a nature ride. I furnished all the gear and grub. We're gone a couple weeks. And they sure got a kick from drinkin' water from the creeks.

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

E.J. Kirchoff

Nearly Throwed

Old Bill said, "Years ago there was a horse of buckin' fame so good he's still considered as a kingpin of the game. Was mighty few top riders ever scratched this pony's hide.

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

E.J. Kirchoff

Felt Like it Again

We're settin' round the fire. Work is finished for the day. Just smokin' and a-gabbin' some before we hit the hay. One feller said, "These hours are about to get down. I think when roundup's over that I'll get a job in town.

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

E.J. Kirchoff

Where He Lost Him

We're up around the Darby Peaks for roundup in the fall. A-combin' every ridge and draw to gather of 'em all. One evenin' when we got to camp Bill's saddle horse is there.

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

E.J. Kirchoff

Lost in the Fog

We're up aroun the Darby Peaks to gather cattle there. It's autumn and of mornings touch of frost is in the air. One morning fog was hangin' thick and heavy on the ground. Boss said, "It's far too thick for any cow now to be found.

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

E.J. Kirchoff

A Bucket Full

This feller come to Wilbur. Said, "I'm looking for a cow. I'm wantin' one that's gentle. And one that is milkin' now." Well, Wilbur had a couple cows there in the stable yard. " I want an easy milkin' cow.

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

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E.J. Kirchoff

The Rattlesnake and the Wagon

"Rattlesnakes are somethin' I can do as well without. It ain't we're total strangers, 'cause I've met my share, no doubt. But there's no love lost between us. Not with rattlesnakes and me. And though some folks like to eat 'em, we just somehow don't agree.

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

106

E.J. Kirchoff

Not So Tough

"This here feller hit the bar roomlike a cyclone through the door. 'Set me up a dozen whuskeys,' he said with a mighty roar. Slammed his fist down on the bar top. Heard it splinter with a crash. 'Everybody belly up,' he said,

Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili

FC 11 K-34

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E.J. Kirchoff

Mr. Bally

I had an outlaw pony many, many years ago. No one else could ever ride that bronc, you see. He was the meanest bucker ever run in off range. But his meanness didn't mean a thing to me.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Space Shot

Today they shot a rocket up, a long way into spacewith a very secret cargo in a special hiding place Congress asked, "What's in there?," Cabinet members shook their heads the Pentagon was sure now they could monitor the Reds.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

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. We solved the country's problems, we'd said our final word when from the cool side of the bunkhouse there limped this giant bird.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Bacholor Gal

We'd been selling in Montana it was getting close to dark it was cattle feed we peddled to ranchers near the park.The day was cold and windy, the mercury it did drop the car began to sputter and then commenced to stop.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

Rancher's Revenge

We'd worked all day a branding calves and now we took a rest Bucked opened up a six-pack, took a smoke out of his vest we started in to contemplate the problems of the day some stretched out on feed sacks, some on a pile of hay

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Feed Order

Hello? Yes sir we sell feed. Sure we'll make the kind you need. Can you give me a deion? Oh, you've got a Vet's preion. He wrote it when he made his rounds; You only need a thousand pounds?

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Vet

You know I'll bet that there's a Vet a hanging uphis shingle like lawyer guys they multiplies, there's three work out of Dingle. Three numbers grow but damn, you know the cows keep getting fewer

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

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. I went clear to Montana, I paid a hellish price his blood line's just the best there is, he's been Grand Champion twice

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Square Dance

They took me to a square dance, I didn't want to goI didn't know the difference twixt ala mand and dos-a-dos but worst off there'd be ladies there and some real purty too

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

Tree of Utah

I hope that I shall never see another giant cement tree with giant balls of red and green a fouling up some desert scene a tree for Utah some might plead, to me it looks more like a weed

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

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 when I was a beginner, I used ti keep a book, on coffee shops with waitresses that had that certain look