FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
139
George Rhoades
Modern Art
I stood before the painting In the modern art gallery, Colors, lines, forms all a jumble Of splotches, swirls, streaks Of many hues-red and green,
Sea of Nudes, provoke, beauty
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
140
George Rhoades
Modern Poem
I want to write a poem, And I want to write it now. This is what the teacher said When I went to ask him how: "Don't bother with a rhyme, 'Cause rhymes are out of date,
second rate, dim, obscure, oddball, meaning
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
141
George Rhoades
Moonlight Armadillo
Restless late at night, Out my rear window In the pale moonlight, I saw a tiny shadow. A digging armadillo, Shaped by nature's hands, Toiling in the lunar glow,
turtle-rabbit, ancient, strange
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
143
George Rhoades
Our Time
Deep within us, Buried in our DNA, Something holds Reality at bay. We know it, But we ignore it, Try not to remember, Or to admit it.
love, truth, grief, temporary
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
144
George Rhoades
Our Town
Your town is dull, ugly, depressing, The big-city writer said. It's isolated, boring and soulless, Empty, simple, colorless and dead. To which we could only say:
beholder, vision, stunted
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
145
George Rhoades
Prairie Night
On my porch, As night falls, Darkness spreads, Nihtbird calls. Yellow moon Floats on high, Wispy clouds Drifting by. Winds die down To gentle breeze,
fireflies, coyotes, work
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
147
George Rhoades
Pursuit of Happiness
Life, liberty and pursuit of happiness, Our American rights, Spelled out in the Declaration, Guide our days and nights. All that is certainly well and good,
free, pursuit, kill
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
148
George Rhoades
Religion
Why do you Keep asking me About my religion So angrily? The church I go to, If I go at all, Is my business- It's my call. Mine and yours Are not the same,
porclaim, punish, illogical
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
149
George Rhoades
Symbols
How amazing for humans That one thing can stand For something else. A symbol can mean Whatever the mind conceives; Words, pictures, sounds, gestures,
plan, love, hate, communicate, experiences
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
150
George Rhoades
This Abyss
What is this Deep abyss Staring at me So mournfully? Who can know what's below? Some say bliss, Some nothingness. I hope when I enter in That mystery place, I go with grace.
bliss, nothing, grace
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
151
George Rhoades
Time
We tinker with Time, Change the clocks From Daylight to Standard And back again, But Time tinkers With you and me And brings us down Eventually.
tinker, daylight, clock
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
152
George Rhoades
Unintended Consequences
Five young poeple in the restaurant At a table nearby, All with iPhones or iPads, No talk and no reply; All silently staring and punching On their i-device,
auto, cigarette, face-to-face, communicate
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
154
George Rhoades
Why?
Greatest question of the day, Scientists, philosophers say: Why is there something Instead of nothing? Other say what a waste, Speculation,
bee, butterfly, stars, grasses, clue, mystery
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
155
George Rhoades
Without You
Without you, What would be? Lonely nights Cold and empty. Without you, Days would drag And sorrows fill My tortured mind. Without you, Weariness,
despair, desolate, dreary
After the Chisholm
FC 11 R-45
156
George Rhoades
Yes
Say Yes To seeing the world As others see it. Say yes To not giving in to failure, Misfortune, hate or misery. Say yes To hope, dreams, imagination,
wisdom, joy, laughter, life, creativity
Ride The Silence
FC 11 H-58
1
Linda Hussa
Before Dawn
And my dogs howl as night draws back its dark hair. They hold eyes of blue chill rapt listening until it comes again. Coyote pups smell the bitch coming through the brush.
freedom, distance, heart
Ride The Silence
FC 11 H-58
2
Linda Hussa
Swans
I let the swans float gently on the blue gray sheen of the lake though my secret wish is to be among them grooming my own slim feathers. The water is beneath.
web, air, trees, water, lake
Ride The Silence
FC 11 H-58
3
Linda Hussa
Gold Mustard
Oh! we were in a hurry that day the list was long I rushed beside you in silence Chores before dawn horses saddle standing tied in the old barn, ready Trucks squatted,
smile, doe, fawn, womb
Ride The Silence
FC 11 H-58
5
Linda Hussa
Fall
Fall hardened quickly this year. One day was summer and the next sun rising had a calling that touched a place within where seasons are known. Groves of aspen wind
gold, geese, air, mountains
Ride The Silence
FC 11 H-58
6
Linda Hussa
Moon Of The Season
In the night there is only one star so bright is the moon so full and rounded out and easy in its trace driving direct across time's vapor. Beyond its radiance this new star
pure, light, shine, wane
Ride The Silence
FC 11 H-58
11
Linda Hussa
Drought
In the midnight she woke. It was not the window rattling against dry putty or wind sucking and giving the back door or the thump of the stove cooling. Deeper.
ache, dry, rain, dark
Ride The Silence
FC 11 H-58
7
Linda Hussa
The Landsmen
Across the field we rode once more to check the fence as we would eye the slim true legs of a horse that is to be sold and paused again along the sight ridge where
dragline, soil, labor, water
Ride The Silence
FC 11 H-58
8
Linda Hussa
The Field Of The Owls
Today we gathered the heifers from the hot spring field. Only a few hundred acres, but a maze of hot bogs the cows have charted. Owls flew up from the thatch soundlessly,
hay, calf, trailer, snow
Ride The Silence
FC 11 H-58
9
Linda Hussa
Homing
Someone's pigeons are lost. A storm pushed them out of the sky. They peck bitter rye seed beneath cracks in the feed trough flutter up, circle in graceful sweeps and down again.
dead, wind, gold, Idaho
Ride The Silence
FC 11 H-58
12
Linda Hussa
Checking On The Old Saddle Horses
Crossing the field on new snow that deepens in each grove of trees and slides off the creek banks the foot of my horse steps on a ghostly track of horses in line
snow, track, fog, corrals, ghost