FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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After the Chisholm
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George Rhoades
Waitress
She works the day shift, five days a week; she has a daughter in El Paso, But they don't speak. She waits on customers in the Main Street Cafe,
coffee, shift, menu, dreams
After the Chisholm
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George Rhoades
Year of the Great Longhorn Cheer
The Great Longhorn Cheer Is still talked about today In the little country town, Or so the old-timers say. Bands, floats and pretty girls, Parade to honor the pioneers,
Western, steers, injured, voices
After the Chisholm
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70
George Rhoades
Zen And Workin' Cattle
Billy Bob said he'd been watchin' This zen master on TV, Learnin' to be focused and centered, And how to live simply. We was workin' a crop of calves Out on the CR range
strange, routine, eat, angry, pie
After the Chisholm
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George Rhoades
Cellar Door
I visited the old home place, First time in many a year; Shrubs, weeds, vines now grow On ground I once held dear. The old house is long gone;
wood, rusted, slanted, clock
After the Chisholm
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George Rhoades
Cotton-Pickin' Pullin' Bolls
The pasture had gone back to grass, Cattle grazin' there, Where I remembered the cotton rows Stretchin' out everywhere.I paused, old farm memories Floodin' over me;
settler, money, Dust Bowl
After the Chisholm
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77
George Rhoades
Down On The Farm
He grew up on the farm, Toilin' away with his dad, Plantin' crops, workin' cattle, Out in the weather good and bad. Brandin', hayin', herdin', ropin',
John Deere, college, traffic, retired
After the Chisholm
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George Rhoades
Dust Bowl Again?
The old farmer squinted across The dry and barren landscape, Tugged on the bill of his cap, Watched a dust devil take shape. "Do you think," he slowly said,
rain, storm, misery, ponds
After the Chisholm
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81
George Rhoades
Fixin' Fence Or Haulin' Hay
When I was a kid back on the farm On a day like today Wind chill near zero, sleet in the air, My dad would say: "Boys school buses ain't runnin', So this is a good day
old, fire, remember, bales
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
82
George Rhoades
Free Advice
Here's free advice I'll give to you: Don't play pool with a guy Who has his own pool cue. There's one thing to count on, Never buy a used vehicle From a man called "Honest John."
Doc, shoppe, discount
After the Chisholm
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83
George Rhoades
Hawks
Up along the ridge line, Hawks nested in the cedar trees, Then wings spread in the sunshine, They soared on the summer breeze. Razor-sharp talons and beaks,
sky, circling, quick, wind, hide
After the Chisholm
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George Rhoades
In the Attic
Hidden in the attic wall Inside a pouch cracked with age, High up in the ancient prairie house, A folded, crumbling tablet page. Scribbled in a shaking hand,
Songbird, tombstone, image
After the Chisholm
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George Rhoades
Songbird
Oh Lord, I fear I'll never again See my old home in far Missouri Or my parents or brothers or sisters Or friends along the Big Piney. My little yellow canary songbird,
In the Attic, joy, alive, hope
After the Chisholm
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86
George Rhoades
Intolerance And Weeds
Intolerance lurks in the human psyche, Ever ready to spout and grow, Like weeds in my hay field Always there, waiting, eager to go. It's a yearly constant struffle To hold the weeds at bay;
prejudice, human race, fight
After the Chisholm
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87
George Rhoades
Just Farmers
Just farmers, that's what they were, On the southern plains, hard up and run down. Overalls and homespun clothes, Brogans and shabby boots, Sloppin' the hogs,
corn, biscuits, chicken, farmhouse, poverty
Stubby Pencil Poems of Rural Livin' Doin's
After the Chisholm
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89
George Rhoades
Milkin' Cows
Dark in the barn, Lantern light flickers, Cows in stalls, Heads firmly locked, Standin', waitin', Feedin' on hay. I carry my bucket And milkin' stool;
manure, creams, sharp, chore
Blood Sister, I am To These Fields
FC 11 H-56
8
Linda Hussa
Return
After you've gone I notice your overnight bag on the bench by the screen door, shaving kit, freshly ironed shirt.
cattle sale, lovers' return, dress-up
After the Chisholm
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90
George Rhoades
Okie Shuffle
We did the Okie shuffle All around the wooden floor In those dark and dirty days Amid troubles by the score. Hands that pulled a cotton sack Played a fiddle sweet,
country, poverty, land, dusty, pain
After the Chisholm
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91
George Rhoades
Oklahoma
In-between state; Not really Southern, Not Northern either; From Yankee Kansas Down the Rebel Texas, From eastern timber To western prairie, From Red River To the Cherokee Strip,
Native Americans, farmers, outlaws, rodeo stars
After the Chisholm
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George Rhoades
Old Dirt Storm Cellar
Mom would wake us in the night. "Get your clothes on right away. We have to run to the cellar. And hurry up," she would say. Dad held the old lantern high,
rain, fraidy hole, bugs, safe
After the Chisholm
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George Rhoades
Old Photos
We looked at old photographs, Me and my mother, who was ninety-three; With laughs and tears about the past, We took a trip back to what used to be. Out-of-date hairstyles and fashions,
memory, camera, conditions
After the Chisholm
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George Rhoades
Opportunity
I like my old farm pond, Dam covered in weeds and willow trees, Water murky brown, never clear blue; A place to sit and take my ease In the evening when chores are through.
wind, waves, chances
After the Chisholm
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George Rhoades
Red River Farm
Born on the Texas high plains, The river starts its journey, Cutting through red-dirt land Heading for the distant sea. Dividing Texas and Oklahoma, Plunging into Louisiana finally,
Chicago, stream, rusty, desolate
After the Chisholm
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George Rhoades
Red-Dirt Road
A red-dirt raod, rutted, dusty, Sometimes muddy, Ran by our farm When I was a youngster. I wondered where it went, Where it could take me Someday in the far future.
fields, miles, countries
After the Chisholm
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George Rhoades
Ridin' My Old John Deere
Round and round the field I go, Poppin' tractor the only sound; My granddad worked it years ago, Plowin' up the wheat ground. A blue smudge far to the west,
Wichitas, Mount Scott, buffalo, sunflowers