FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
FC 11 H-57
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Linda Hussa
Counting Coup
While Burk and Edsel and Jimmy were in the front yard running over Johnny's suspenders with the lawn mower Johnny's mom Kay was on the back stoop cutting the Brown girl's hair.
haircut, blind Indian, hospital
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
FC 11 H-57
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Linda Hussa
Drawing Names
In Surprise Valley - second grade kids drew names for Christmas by reaching into a pickle jar and pulling out a folded piece of paper. Maxine Pete drew Johnny Hussa's name.
doll, Polio, deer, knife, T.H. Johnstone, gloves, Maxine Pete
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
FC 11 H-57
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Linda Hussa
Imago
A doe drinks at the edge of a creek in the shade of the canyon. Beyond, where the creek goes underground to raise further on, does her reflection carry with the water rushing to surface again floating like a sheen of oil?
water, floating, oil
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
FC 11 H-57
102
Linda Hussa
The First Camp McGarry
On the shores of Summit Lake the U.S. Army built a camp in 1866. Ruins of the barracks, barn, parade ground. The officer's quarters had a fireplace in each end.
Army, soldier camp, rodeo, judgment
porse
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
FC 11 H-57
23
Linda Hussa
Fort Bidwell Indian School 1898-1940
prose
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
The Story They Tell Is This
prose
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
Night Walking Woman
prose
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
FC 11 P-38
1
Dale Page
Meat's Not Meat 'Til It's in the Pan
Dan saddled up his gray to ride And caught the bay for packin'. A norther hit the night before And snow makes easy trackin'.
Charles M. Russell, pot, diamond, snow, horse
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
FC 11 P-38
4
Dale Page
The Good Samaritan
The roundup's done at Cimarron And just like ev'ry fall, With winter just around the bend, Sam's prospects ain't too tall.
Luke 10, Cimarron, wind, God, doctor
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
FC 11 P-38
8
Dale Page
The Good Shepherd
The place where I stand was Arapaho land 'Til my Gramps smoked a pipe with the chief. For forty years hence,
fence, goverment, sheepman, poor
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
FC 11 P-38
11
Dale Page
Jack's Cabin
In the gath'ring dark at Miranda Park Sits an old cowboy named Jack, And he dreams of youth and a girl named Ruth,
dance, educated, stars, moon
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
FC 11 P-38
13
Dale Page
Ruth's House
In a shotgun shack 'cross the railroad track Lives a lady known as Ruth, Where she sits tonight ina dim lamp's light
Dennis Nazelrod, Jana Sinclair, Cimarron, wife, Jack, smile, widowed
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
FC 11 P-38
16
Dale Page
Cyclone in the Pines
We rode to gather horses from the herd Which wintered in a canyon east of Lusk And started out at noon without a word
Fort Robinson, trail, canyon, explosive, crime
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
FC 11 P-38
19
Dale Page
The Bear Facts
I was near Tolby Meadows, in elk camp, alone, And was resting my soul for a spell. I was dreaming of antlers
Angle Fire, New Mexico, hunter, fright, rifle, swish
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
FC 11 P-38
21
Dale Page
What Might Have Been
On a dark summer night with the herd to my right, My pard, Johnny, was circling left. See, that night we were those
luck, work, dreams, propose
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
FC 11 P-38
23
Dale Page
In Memory of Shorty O'Hare
By the river I stood 'neath an old cottonwood Where a cowboy lay, there all alone. And where few ever came,
Benson Canyon, abuse, Boss, new man
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
FC 11 P-38
26
Dale Page
The Prodigal Son
A friend of mine from out near Roy had two sons with his wife. Those lads were all his pride and joy, a comfort in his life.
Luke 15, peace, friends, brother
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
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31
Dale Page
Jenny's Colt
I roll out of my bed before daylight And the sun never finds me asleep, But his morning's a tough one to rise to,
promise, tasteless, Doc Bar Horse, troops, pistol
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
FC 11 P-38
34
Dale Page
Keep Your Powder Dry
A bunch of the boys from the Double-U-Bar Were sitting around one night. They tired of the talk of the broncs they rode
war, debate, vows, salute
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
FC 11 P-38
36
Dale Page
The Virgin and the Lamp
Adobe bricks are melting back to earth Where once a fine young cowboy hung his hat. And though one load of wire could fence his ranch,
Mattew 25, society, preacher, affection, train, pray
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
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39
Dale Page
Once We Were Kings
It's a half day's ride to this cabin door Where I spent my eighteenth year. There are spur marks still on the old wood floor,
gang, fly-specked, regret
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
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Dale Page
The Widow's Mite
When the widow awoke, she donned slippers and cloak And coaxed fire from the black iron stove 'Cause a norther rolled in,
Mark 12, Sunday, God, sorry, bless, shame
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
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Dale Page
The Thoroughbred Filly
I have ridden these ranges for ten years or so, Ev'ry trail, all the canyons and mountains. It's a long time in coming,
treasure, self defense, daughter, desert, fortune
Brush Poppers: Original Cowboy Poetry
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Dale Page
His Seat at the Table
I remember the day; spring was well under way When a stranger rode in from the west. That young feller looked coarse
run, job, celebrate, foreman, glass