FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
30
Robert L. Laumeyer
The Letter God Wrote
God created a letter one day. It was a message he wanted to relate. He dropped it froma lofty cloud. It landed on a n editor's plate. The editor with his pen in hand, Read the composition thoroughly. he pondered a hwile and he thought,
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
31
Robert L. Laumeyer
Look Beyond
You cannot see a mountain By looking where you trod. You cannot know a man Until you know his God. You cannot see a forest While looking at a tree. You cannot know yourself, Till from dogma you are free
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
31
Robert L. Laumeyer
Happiness
Happiness is within us, Or else it's but a myth we seek. Every pleasure that we've had, Prepares us for another peak. (end)
Confessions of A Cowboy Poet
FC 11 C-52
38
Bob Christensen
Picture This
Ma opened up the mail sack then gave a shout of glee. "It's a letter from my brother, he's going to visit me." Now folks that are unwelcome quite often come from town Like the fellers from the BLM to cut our units down.
Confessions of A Cowboy Poet
FC 11 C-52
41
Bob Christensen
The Challenge
I've brought bad news to widows. I've put a horse to sleep. I've ridden drag in August and I've rode to town with sheep. I've cleaned up after bar fights, preg checked without a glove. I've climbed down in a loading chute to give a cow a shove.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
32
Robert L. Laumeyer
Myself at 51
Neigher old nor young It's a good age to be. From the passions of my youth I am now almost free. Now I can sit and think Many good times to recall. Life's been pretty good to me Somehow I lived it all.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
32
Robert L. Laumeyer
Myself at 51 Epilogue I
Some of the past I would undo! Life's much easier When it's not so new. (end)
Confessions of A Cowboy Poet
FC 11 C-52
42
Bob Christensen
Next Year
I know you feel discouraged and perhaps you have the right; 'cause you weren't in the saddle when they crowned the queen that night; and you're laying there a thinkin' how your whole worlds fell apart and how all your expectations never really got a start.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
33
Robert L. Laumeyer
Epilogue II
I review with compassion And will not be surpirsed; If sometime in the future These days too, I would revise. (end)
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
33
Robert L. Laumeyer
Together
Love, long together For your mistakes atone; For man was never Meant to liv elife alone. Live, long together And mistakes forgive, For loving together Is man's best way to live.
Confessions of A Cowboy Poet
FC 11 C-52
44
Bob Christensen
The Fox Hunt
Top hand on his daddy's ranch, cilver buckles he had four; from roping calves and riding broncs but then 'long came the war. He saddled up and rode to town to tell them he would go; then stayed in for the week end, had a few wild oats to sew.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
33
Robert L. Laumeyer
Romance Books
romance books are best To tell the reality of man; For dreams are his essence Though they may not be his plan. (end)
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
34
Robert L. Laumeyer
Old Faithful at 4 AM
White steam on a velvet sky While the golden stars shine, I am there in the cool night With the geysers, and endless time. The night's silence was broken With a grumble and a roar.
Confessions of A Cowboy Poet
FC 11 C-52
45
Bob Christensen
So You're Movin' In
So you've moved out to the country and left the city lights and the hustle and the bustle for the quiet summer nights. Well Pilgrim, you're plumb welcome to help our country grow
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
35
Robert L. Laumeyer
Home Boulder, Montana
It's a garden wtih weeds. It's next year's wood piled high. It's stacks of books, yet to read. It's good things done, and tasks to try. It is full of mistakes made. Surrounded by right things done. its core is three grown daughters;
Confessions of A Cowboy Poet
FC 11 C-52
47
Bob Christensen
A Real Good Year
Twas at the cattlemen's convention in December of eight-eight I hadn't seen him for a spell, says I, "You're looking great." says he, "I'm feelin' awful good, we've had a real good year"
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
Robert L. Laumeyer
Contentment
Curls of smoke form a pipe. A large desk on which to write. Stacks of books, yet to read. Food and love, to meet the need. (end)
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
36
Robert L. Laumeyer
Success
The easy wins are fun Like finding gold in a stream; But the hard rock miner knows What earned success can mean. The greater our effort Than the greater our thrill; When we stand on the top
Confessions of A Cowboy Poet
FC 11 C-52
47
Bob Christensen
Bad Habits
They said give up tobacco, it isn't good for you; not tailor-mades nor roll your own's or even as a chew. And you ought to quit your drinking, the whiskey, wine and beer and be a sober citizen for all see and hear.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
36
Robert L. Laumeyer
The Search for Success
Some search for fame While others seek wealth; But the wiseset, Strive to know them self. (end)
The Song of the Hunter
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37
Robert L. Laumeyer
Wisdom
Long have I searched for beauty, For the inner being the mind. I'd seen fleeting bits of wisdom. I knew that's what I had to find. One major component, knowledge Does so abundantly abound, I was sure that if I looked
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
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Robert L. Laumeyer
A Better World
Let us make peace and love, The reality that will last. While prejudice and greed Become ghosts of the past. Let us leave a better world Than the one to which we came. Bury the old grudges And start a brand new game.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
40
Robert L. Laumeyer
The Equality of Man
Of the great minds of the past, We have learned not to depend. There isn't any common reason, Or any agreement about our end. Intuitively we live, Impusle not reason the rule. Painfully, or quickly we die,
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
40
Robert L. Laumeyer
The Measure of a Man
If a man is his own strength He becomes less as he grows old. If a man is his worldly wealth He fluctuates like the price of gold. If a man is what ohters believe When they think ill, then he will grieve.
Confessions of A Cowboy Poet
FC 11 C-52
48
Bob Christensen
The Chameleon
He has a fair sized feed lot and he runs a few on grass; two hundred pair on forest on the far side of the pass. The man is plumb successful, cast from the Midas mold. Any critter that he's branded for him will turn to gold.