FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Pickup

Sir, you really or in luck, yes I might just sell this truck I'd most as soon though sell my wife, I've driv' her nearly all my life you can tell she's had good care; ah rust can come from anywhere hey don't kick the tire like that; now you've gone and made it flat.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

Pardners

Two buckaroos, real pardners true, were rounding up some strays. They rode through a pine to timberline, they'd been out several days. They were bedded down and sleeping sound when in the middle of a dream.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Helpmate

"I've always stood right by his side," the ranchers good wife said "Through thick and thin, good times and bad what's got into his head? When locust came and ate the crops I didn't run away; I stayed with him and fought the pests

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

Cowboy in Paradise

This old boy from Oklahoma had a chance to take a trip to a hotel in Hawaii on a sunny, sandy strip t'was his first time in the Islands, Hell, he'd seldom been to town yet here he was in Paradise; the plane had just touched down.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

Buying Bender's Calves

We left the ranch at three a.m., we had a lengthy drive we hoped to have them on the truck when daylight broke at five we thought we'd bought the critters right, we'd shrunk them three percent

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

For Rex

Can democrats get into heaven? Was one of the subjects they mused and be judged above par as they stand at the bar with the rest of the sinful accused "Sure not the ones that are lawyers, that goes without saying,"

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

A Long Dry Winter

The wagon train ground to a stop, they'd gone as far as they could go. The mountain range ahead of them was white with ice and snow. They'd gathered 'round the campfire for the Friday evening sing; the word was passed,

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Experts From the East

Now here's an ethnic story with a completely different cast no Pollocks, Blacks, or Mexicans like stories in the past. Here we have an Englishman, a Frenchman and a Czechand the three of them together went on a mountain trek.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

Reach Out and Touch Somebody

I once heard of a couple that ranched down Texas way. They had twin sons that looked alike as two old bales of hay. They walked alike and talked alike; they both moved kind of slow.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

Grandma's Secret Recipe

Grandma was a chef supreme, she cooked for many years. Her recipes were passed around, she hadn't many peers. She served up grub to kings and queens, to presidents and to popes;

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Bargain

In old Dodge City, Kansas before the century turned there's a very simple lesson that all the cowboys learned. If you come to town a packin' then stay south of the tracks

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

He Sent The Boy to College

Buck Buckley was a rancher back when the century turned and to have a fancy herd of cows was for all he ever yearned. He'd ride around from ranch to ranch to find that special bull;

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

Too Much Heat

While sitting with some saddle tramps who were some pasl of mine; We storied one another as we commenced to dine. "I've never seen a day so hot," was Foley'sfirst remark. "That sun it done kept shining three hours after dark."

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Rustler

In the year of 1890 on a hot and dusty spread lived an Arizona rancher by the name of Cactus Fred. Now this rancher was my Grandpa, a tough an ornery cuss who just went about his business and never made a fuss.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Handy Man

Great Grandpa was a travelin' man who went from town to town; a fixing things or touching up or tearing something down. And while he was a travelin' one cold and wintery day he came upon an Indian trive and with them he did stay.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Chicken Thieves

Near the railroad town of Kelton in the year of ninety-nine my great uncle ran some cattle by the lake that's full of brine. Now this was real tough country so to help out with the pickin's Auntie used to always keep a flock of big red chickens.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Sleepy Bear

Grandma had an uncle that lived back in the woods. They used to see him monthly and pack him in some goods. He didn't take to people, he never cut his hair he communed with nature; he lived there with a bear.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

Uncle Solomon

My mama had an uncle who's name is world renown. His story now is legend in any western town. His accomplishments were many but the one of which I boast; Took place in Eastern Utah on a trip out to the coast.

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

Red Cloud's Grandson

He was a buffalo soldier or so the legend goes; The only known survivor so no one really knows. Re Cloud found him lying wounded when they'd finished the attack. He's never seen one like him, you see this man was black.

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

Brother

We walked the hills together you and I, And oh what tramps we had When I waqs just a little guy And you were yet a lad. Over the prairie we would walk. With all the time our own. How good to watch the soaring hawk,

Confessions of A Cowboy Poet

FC 11 C-52

Bob Christensen

The Casino

I remember in Nevada, it was several years ago, how they closed up a casino on the shore of Lake Tahoe. They didn't want to to do it but they really had no choice 'cause the bomb put in the lobby was the dominating voice.

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

A Boy's Spring

The sun is warm, the snow is melting. Down the coulee the water is running. Come, let us follow, you and I Answer our question, we will try. What hpappens to the water, from our snow? come, let us follow, then we will know

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

Epilogue

Now the spring and our boyhood's ar epast. lThose happy days flowed by too fast. The water still goes on flowing and flowing. We have grown old, but are still unknowing. (end)

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

Boyhood

I took my sailboat to the stream And let it sail on the waters green. The boat on the rippling water played. Against its sides the water sprayed. The string tangled and came apart. On the fast waters the boat did start.

The Song of the Hunter

FC 11 L-40

Robert L. Laumeyer

Epilogue

As inevitable as the water, youth goes, Now rushing, now sloing, but always it flows. To speed it or stop it, we need not try, Just watch and remember as youth goes by. (end)