FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

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Linda Hussa

Homesteaders, Poor And Dry

The world was bone dry. I don't know why God would do such a thing. The field was bare as the floor and the springs nothin' - nothin'.

dry, papa, old mule, well

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

128

Linda Hussa

I Fix The Fence - The Fence Fixes Me

The fence I patched ran away rolled a week ahead. Ahead. My horse along for company, we sang my horse and me

horse, fence, wire, blue

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

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130

Linda Hussa

The Blue Filly

She is just three. Weaned again. First time from her mother small blue head in the flank of a still heart.

blue, mare

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

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131

Linda Hussa

Dear Child

We gathered the desert in June to brand calves born since turn-out as moved them up the mountain with the feed. June is hot. Days are long.

calves, brand, Katie, dear child, thirsty

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

133

Linda Hussa

Love Letters

Wow! was written in the dust on the bedside table. The dawn and I blushed together as your spurs chinged around the kitchen as you started the fire.

wow, written

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

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136

Linda Hussa

The Widow Olson

So we pass this neat little ranch on the edge of Catlow Valley. A perfect community of outbuildings held apart by government issue populars and cottonwoods.

widow, ranch, miles

Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields

FC 11 H-56

139

Linda Hussa

Nevada

This Nevada land is nothing - barren nothingness of desert only colors first and last. This raised lava flow fierce, ripped, writhing in place dusted with millions of years

Nevada, nothing, desert, hills, raven

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Bruce Kiskaddon

Rhymes of the Ranges

These are just a few rhymes of old friends and old times, and I hope before I am through- just once in a while they will bring a broad smile,

1878, 1950, buckaroo, cattle, saddle, worked

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Joel Nelson

Ridin' With Ol' Figment

I rode beside him several years or was it just one day out here I've found that calendars and clocks get in the way time was of no consequence

cattle, voice, Ph.D, horses

Reflections of the West cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Banjo Paterson

The Story of Mongrel Grey

This is the story the stockman told, on the cattle camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like a globe of gold and flooded the plain with her mellow light.

puzzle, fishing, shooting, swim, homestead

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Wally McRae

Eminent Domain

From the Highland Sod, with faith in God, to this land, young and profane, grandad was drawn, long ere the dawn of Eminent Domain.

regrets, dust, fear, enterprise

Reflections of the West cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Badger Clark

The Outlaw

When my loop takes hold on a two year old by the feet or the neck or the horn, he can plunge and fight till his eyes go white but I'll throw him as sure as you're born.

boss, crazy, happy, dollars

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Red Steagall

The Shank of the Evening

That new batch of heifers we got in today come off of the truck in a run. They scattered and split like a covey of quail we're lucky, we found every one.

boss, rain, cattle, shank

Reflections of the West cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Robert W. Service

Just Think

Just think! some night the stars will gleam upon a cold, grey stone, and trace a name with silver beam, And lo! 'twill be your own.

greet, life, time, gain

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Henry Herbert Knibbs

Where the Ponies Come to Drink

Up in Northern Arizona there's a ranger trail that passes through a mesa, like a faery lake with pines upon its brink,

stream, playful, faithful, border

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Joel Nelson

Once in a Blue Moon

Do you think that it might be all over; Have you ever felt we've moved beyond where just merely being "out there" touched by some strange magic wand

hypnotize, sunset, wine, horseback, season

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Yvonne Hollenbeck

Plum Blossoms in the Spring

When at first I married this cowboy I had a lot to learn about the style of life he lives and the money that we'd earn.

christmas, valentine, flowers, spring

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

John Dofflemyer

Cloud Waves

Forecasts vary, computer models change: dry rain of fiery leaves, stirred and torn from the honey locust tree, cloud waves in all shades of gray-

ribbon, canyon, slopes, moon

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

John Dofflemyer

John Cutler's Cowboys

I know the place my grandfather's grandfather found to escape the drought, heard the voices of his vaqueros when i got turned around in the tight pines

Ellis Meadow, ghost dance, granite cut, river talking

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Buck Ramsey

By the Spring By the River

The fall down Scanty on the scattered trees lighted in their color our way to the endline camp. No one could know, I did not and you did not,

guitar, orchestral, D note, stars

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Henry Herbert Knibbs

Boomer Johnson

Now Mr. Boomer Johnson was a gettin' old in spots, but you don't expect a bad man to go wrastlin' pans and pots;

killing, punching, snake, peculiar style

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Rod Miller

A Bolt of Broomtails

Across alkali flat and sandhill, over the sage-covered plain the mestenada flows like fabric, dancing ahead of its dusty train.

coyote, paint, ghost white, buckskin

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Lisa Quinlan

The Hawk and the Hay Field

"Ah, there you are, I was looking for you." I watch him circle and hover over the windrower, waiting for a frightened mouse or

claws, wave, powerful wings

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Badger Clark

From Town

We're the children of the open and we hate the haunts o' men but we had to come to town to get the mail. And we're ridin' home at daybreak-

temper, bold coyotes, bobcat

Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets

C.J. Hadley

FC 11 H-59

Virginia Bennett

Ah, Pacifica!

Three branches, heavily laden with velvet moss, arbored over the two-laned paved road like an entrance to some Hobbit-filled sanctuary,

stream, platypus, pinon, ranch jobs