FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
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Robert L. Laumeyer
An Ode to Failure
I know a story About a cuckoo clock. The doorway it would open But the birdie wouldn't talk. I looked and looked To find the reason why. I found he couldn't talk Because he wouldn't try
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
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Robert L. Laumeyer
The Freedom to Fail
Our freedoms are many And to them we give praise; Celebrating loudly our civil holidays. Their glories and wonders We must never let pale. One we should guard early,
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
63
Robert L. Laumeyer
Epilogue
Take chances to be wrong; For mistakes make you grow. When the job is over; Your gain is, what you know (end)
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Why Poetry
To create one thought of beauty; To bring one flower to bloom; To bring a new purpose to life To one who sees but gloom.
The Song of the Hunter
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64
Robert L. Laumeyer
Reminiscence of Love
Ah, tumultuous youth How the mind wanders back, To moods of warm sunshine Or the moods bleak and black. Oh the youth in love Has the hardest test. The world is bleak Or the world is best!
The Song of the Hunter
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Robert L. Laumeyer
'I' the Library
Within my walls, I know I hold the greatest stories, men have told. Here are the great ideas men have taught. Surrounded by accounts, of ward he fought Here man's superstitions, old and new Are open to the readers endless review.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
68
Robert L. Laumeyer
The Master Jester
The joke is on us, and a good one too. We think our deep thoughts, of what we should do. We study and pray to do the right thing, When we think we didn't, Our hands we wring. We think life's serious, and we must do our best.
The Song of the Hunter
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Robert L. Laumeyer
To Bonnie
A perfect poem has haunted me All my wistful life You are the rhythm and the words You are my loving wife. (end)
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
69
Robert L. Laumeyer
Partners
Partners we became In our early spring. Ah, how our new love Made our young hearts sing. Then in our summer Parent's work we tried; And partners we stood Working side by side.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
69
Robert L. Laumeyer
Anniversary of Love
Today makes me nostalgic For all the good ties we've had. You were such a pretty girl And I such a rambunctious lad. The God of love and laughter Has been our faithful friend. Do not fear the future. On our love, we can depend.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Eternal Love
Somewhere beyond, my love, When from earthly vows, we are free. Our spirits will meet again And my soul, will still love thee. I shall court you with flowers. I will find for youthe perfect stone
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
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Robert L. Laumeyer
The Eyes of the Heart
Ah, sweetheart of so many years How kind time has been; For when I look at you now I see what I saw then. (end)
The Song of the Hunter
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Come My Love
Come my love - our passioins to renew Let me show you, how much I love you. The best of plots are best at the end. Let us the rest of life, on love depend. (end)
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
71
Robert L. Laumeyer
Ageless Love
No one will ever know How love can be so strong; For there is not any age That cannot hear its song. no one should ever conclude That love is only for the young. It may well be for the old
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
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Robert L. Laumeyer
My Wife and I in the Days of Yore
My mind wanders back To when we were young. The first verse just started A whole song yet to be sung. Life was very different then On the dry Montana Plains. A life style that is gone now
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
73
Robert L. Laumeyer
Epilogue
We met, we fell in love, we married, We raised a family by different means; And somehow without our knowing it The old life was gone, except for our dreams. (end)
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
73
Robert L. Laumeyer
Conflict
Reason says be moderate In all things that you do. Then your peers will understand And praise the temperate you. Passions louder voice demands If it be fun, do all youc an. Now is the time to enjoy life.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Conflict Resolved
Age can with a careful blend Teach us on neither to depend. The two must bve united Like the cross hairs of a sight. One must blend with the other Like twilight merges into night. Age, that kind old doctor Can put salve upon passions scars,
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
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Robert L. Laumeyer
My Goal
When I have gone to see My maker face to face. I want to be able to state. I made your world a better place. Your world I didn't remake. I didn't have the powers. I helped raise a family. I grew some pretty flowers.
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Time and Rhyme
Time flows inevitable. it's on a never ending course. It is not stayed by praise Nor is it dammed by remorse. We stand above on a cliff Watching this relentless stream flow. When our cliff is undercut
The Song of the Hunter
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Robert L. Laumeyer
The Novelist
We are all writing a novel. The title of the book Our Life. We fill in all the pages Withour successes and our strife. When each new day is completed, Then the next new page is turned. To the old page we can not add,
The Song of the Hunter
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Robert L. Laumeyer
Youth and Death
In the minds of the young It is only the old that die. The spring of life Is flowers, trees and sky. Youth is the creek in spring Teeming with life. It's a girl to kiss, Not children and wife. Its a life well started
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
77
Robert L. Laumeyer
Friend - Let it End
When my enjoyment is over And my consciousness grows dim. Send this note to my doctor. 'Let him die! We love him." (end)
The Song of the Hunter
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Robert L. Laumeyer
My Obituary
Goodbye my friends, this is not a time to grieve, For the last thread of my life, I had to weave. You know all of my life I have wondered why It is, that man must live, and that man must die. Now I have the opportunity to learn,
The Song of the Hunter
FC 11 L-40
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Robert L. Laumeyer
My Memorial
The ground that holds my body Is naught, but aplace of discard. I was, life, and thought, and being. You put buta frame in the graveyard. Changes should be easy to accept. We saw them in life most every day. That my being, parted from substance,