FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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At Home On The Range
Charles W. Bell
FC 11 B-71
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Charles W. Bell
Autumn Days
The day had begun, breakfast was done And I was still movin' slow. To tighten the cinch I took up an inch And Buck was ready to go.
At Home On The Range
Charles W. Bell
FC 11 B-71
108
Charles W. Bell
After the Gather
Each cowboy was settin' his mount and watchin' the count At the end of the gather that day. All four gave a sigh as the cows straggled by,
At Home On The Range
Charles W. Bell
FC 11 B-71
109
Charles W. Bell
Dry Pasture
Well, today's another day in the hot summer sun. I gotta fetch them cows, and it ain't much fun. It's down the hill, across the road ever doggone day.
At Home On The Range
Charles W. Bell
FC 11 B-71
111
Charles W. Bell
Dust
Sixty seven days and there's been no rain, The grass and browse is on the wane. Dust devils blow across the land,
At Home On The Range
Charles W. Bell
FC 11 B-71
113
Charles W. Bell
Wyoming
Where the mountain peaks are whitest, And the air is rare as wine, where the flowers are the brightest, That's Wyoming, Land O' Mine.
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
1
G.B. Griffith
Denim as a Buisness Suit
My closet is a mess. At organizing clothes, I just ain't perfect. There's all sorts of stuff on the fllor; my shoes along with all my boots.
clothes, work, nature
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
3
G.B. Griffith
Bindin' the Corner
With a truck load of railroad ties and heavy timbers for the posts and braces, And digging bar and post hole digger to assist with the diggin'
building, working, fencing, barbed wire
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
5
G.B. Griffith
Chicken Pen Trouble
Up real early, well before twilight, Got to get up, get my butt in motion. Sun's still snoozing. Moon's not out, a lanter's useful; hoping not to take a tumble.
nature, work, chickens, animals
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
7
G.B. Griffith
Country Christmas Morning
Rabbit tracks crisscross the snow; laid down late last night. Jacks and cottontails are busy, looking for food and shelter to fend off the morning chill.
Christmas, horses, chores
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
9
G.B. Griffith
Desert Peach
during the winter months, it is one homely looking thing; all ugly, spindly, and brown. Branches sticking up in all sorts of directions, with no rhyme or plan.
seasons, trees, blossoms
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
11
G.B. Griffith
Haunted Wood Pile
Winters are long and sometimes mean out here at the place. Snow's been known to come in by the feet and the wind takes braches off the trees.
weather, wood, goblin, beast
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
13
G.B. Griffith
Last Hunt
We were out for a ride, it was late afternoon. Decided to stay in the valley to stretch 'em out a bit, to let 'em have a look around.
coyote, death, hunting
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
15
G.B. Griffith
Mormon Crickets
As ugly a creature as God ever made. Repulsive by nature with no value to be gauged. An eating machine whose sole purpse is to raid.
crickets, pests, mother nature, God
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
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G.B. Griffith
Move On
Mustage stud was at the outer wire fence. He had bad intentions, His mood was as dark as his all black muted hide.
stud, horse, pride
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
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G.B. Griffith
Mustang Foal
It was sight that would'a torn at the hardest of human souls. A small pile of sun whitened bones all scattered about. Bones so small it was easy to see that it must'a been a foal.
death, horses, foals
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
21
G.B. Griffith
Pogonip
There's ice crystals on everything, nearly one half inches deep. Clouds settled down hard, wet and freezing onto the valley floor.
winter, ice, cold, freeze
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
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G.B. Griffith
Rattlesnake
Diamondback coiled, the threat was made. Defenses at the ready, ager rose to a pike. Its rattles were buzzing, the tail was raised. The venom in the fangs loaded, the snake was ready to strike.
fear, venom, snakes
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
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G.B. Griffith
Ringo the Duck
The pond was quiet; the birds were finished with their morning feed. That's when Ringo the Duck went on the prowl; then the noise rose to a swell.
birds, love, ducks, geese
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
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G.B. Griffith
Sage and Rain
A spring rain soaked the high range, through and through. Cleaning layers of dust away from the desert brush. Renewing the old and bringing in the new.
rain, reawakening, calm
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
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G.B. Griffith
Showdown
It ws the showdown; combatants locked in a steely, bug-eyed stare. Ears laid down flat on their backs, ready for their foes next move.
jack rabbits, territory, fight
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
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G.B. Griffith
The Old Foundation
The old foundation sits proudly of cement and rock. Not really certain of how old it is or who built it or their purpose why.
buildings, old, history
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
FC 11 G-41
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G.B. Griffith
Trap Line
I felt the need to go for a ride. The need was urgent, go right now, I swear. Took a look at the dogs but they were asleep, lying in the sun.
dog, horse, bond, friendship
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
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G.B. Griffith
Turnout
The day started out calm for us in a stand of juniper tree. The dog was having a ball chasing after quail. Running from tree to tree, he was happy as a hunting dog could be.
dog, horse, freedom
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
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G.B. Griffith
Wildfire
It's the thick gray to black smoke that is the rural dweller's bane. Natural or be it man caused, it really doesn't matter. Once that smoke is seen, the heart beats faster, the body starts to strain.
fire, fear, firefighters
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G.B. Griffith
Bladin' Time
The horses seemed to sense that spring was about to make its presence known soon. They shed out fast, looking all mangy, none of that usual, healthy horse coat glow.
horses, grooming, hair