FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

29769 results found for "No Search Criteria Set"

Book Title

Composer

Call #

Pages

Author

Poem Title

First Lines

Keywords

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

The Claim Is Set

Lige tried to live an ordinary life but he was born to the Flat and it marks its own. Not all, but some. Pearl knew he

Chappo, smell, cottonwood, Coppersmiths

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Bell Ringer

Doubtless a bonnet and bell identified the character of her caring as the work of the Lord but a widowed mother

laundry, cribs, bouquet, weather

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

To Make Amends

Pa's back moved in the rhythm of toil. On the work bench the pocketknife the boy borrowed from his father, stepped on

waxy light, drill, blade, pommel

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Gentleman

Pa came in from doin' morning chores. The chicken house door was open and all the hens were gone. He looked until

pay, hens, poor, old lady

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Death Came Riding

His fork smashed down against the saddle fork rising. Forgetting turns. Forgetting doors. Forgetting faces.

respect, whisker, razor, soap

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Coming Home On The Reno Train

Two washin' machines waitin' on the back porch in the snow. The kids said a man delivered 'em for Mom to try. Easywash

laundry, Flat, horse, fence

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Christmas On Ralston Hill

After Pa died some folks from the Elks came to our house. Of course when Mom opened the door we all pushed around

basket, food, family, mistake

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Trapline

One winter fur was high. Lige trapped bobcats and coyotes, lured them on the jaws of the iron trap buried in the dirt.

track, blood, naive, traps, bait

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Pearly Everlasting

The cabin windows steamed with Francine cleaning. From the barn Lige heard the door bang and bang

Newly-weds, day work, Presser Foot, Sunkist, final blow, nasty, breathless

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Desert Ranch Story

You might think, Oh, this is a horse story. I've read this before. But it's not. It's a story about a man who rode

fox, smell, rope, love

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Eagleville Dance

Whenever they had a dance in Eagleville the place would be just packed till you couldn't hardly wiggle and

brawl, Lige Langston, song, Star Spangle Banner

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Badger Camp

A man in camp cooks different than a woman- more grease poppin' and a dust of flour your boots track

stove, coffee, bacon, plate

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Man To Man

Lige was always a gentleman, even when there was just men around. Never said anything off color. But one time

saddle, pants, unemployed

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

For Forty Years

she ranted like a sow when he threw his saddle in the pickup latigo and cinches laping over the side

gate, churchyard, resentment, tears

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Hooves Of Horses

Between Miller & Lux Spring and Horse Canyon twisted in the brush, the hooves of a horse still attached

cloud, Asia, unstoppable, palm

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

The Town Gossip

prose

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

C Section On The Barn Floor

You know. When you fit the chains around the tips of hoove, slick, slimy tissue torn where the hoove have presented

stainless, heavey, fluid, ribs, calf

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Resting

I could not bear the dirt clods broken apart one from the other angry, wholly forlorn. It was not the fertile ground

drill, meadow, grave, rose

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Quiet Land

We who are content living scattered We who have grown used to the tension of the wind We who lift our

seeds, freezing, shelter, remembrance, journey

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

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

feathers, wings, sky, water, earth

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

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

barn, smiles, gate, womb, dirt

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

The Field Of The Owls

Today we gathered the heifers from the hot springs field. Only a few hundred acres, but a maze of hot bogs

snow, hay, barn, noodles, cows

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Drought

In the midnight she woke. It was not the window rattling against dry putty or wind pulling and sucking

stove, deep, ache, trees, land, pond, rain

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

Playing At Doctor

Poor old broken legged ewe, the flop of it wrings my stomach, the grate climbs my spine like a stair.

leg, scan, blame, hooves

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

Linda Hussa

On The Raft Of This Day

Sometimes I come up against it flattened like a moth outside a window wanting in where the light is.

glare, union, geese, spring