FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

Pack Rat

There's one certain critter that makes a man bitter when it dines on his saddle and gear. The teeth marks and smell are sure clue that, hell,

payment, trade, borrowed, hide

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

Going, But Not Gone

he sips at black coffee in a Texaco cup and stares out the door at the sun coming up. It's time to be moving; there's work to be done; but the radio plays

hill, creek, loves, blood, Goverment, future, balance

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

The Head Packer

Now, I think the Lord's a mule packer, and I'm going to tell you just why; For I think that only a packer could load up a universe right! He chose stars

rainbows, valley, life, diamonds, heavens

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

The Want-Ad

Hello? I heard you're hirin', so I thought I'd give a call. What's that? No, I'm a single man. Just have one dog, is all. Oh, yes, he's purely cow-dog,

Nevada, Idaho, windmill, Christmas, jobs

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

Here's To 'Em

Here's to the brave and the wild ones, the fur trappers living alone; For beaver they braved the uncharted, and the wilderness cradles their bones. Here's to the forgotten soldiers

prospector, Dodge, Cheyenne, dreams, fulfillment, gamblers

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

Thanks, But No Thanks

"Women's Lib," she said. "Isn't the by-word. we don't trouble with chauvinist swine or burn bras in public sedition as we did in more diffcult times.

battle, vanished, boss, bunkhouse

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

The Texan And The lady

Fall of 1868 the longhorn cattle came to Chyenne for shipment east upon the rails. And there a Texas cowboy lost his simple, lonely heart

rich, hopes, train, handsome boy

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

The Note

A farmer's wife went walking out on balmy summer day to meditate within the shack a dozen yards away. She sat in quiet comfort,

nature, breeze, porch, caution, burn

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

Adversaries

The cowman and the wolf; we make the strangest sort of foes. The fight's a mighty basic one, who eats, and who must go. We're trying to feed the human pack.

winter, wolf, predator, endanger

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

Not A Clue

Early spring some years ago; the snow was melted, then; We had to work some heifers at the IL shippin' pens. Louie did the brandin', Bill, himself,

clouds, smoke, speechless, wallet, poked

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

Goodbye And Thanks

Somewhere tonight a horseman is trotting. Cowboy, they're calling you home. But only the moon sees and only the coyote. Cowboy, They're calling you home.

mistress, boss, Jefferson, saddle, winters

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

Dogz

There's dogs and then there's dog, says I; Loyal companions in faith 'till they die; or free-ranging rovers who take to the hills,

K-9, herders, yapper, whistles, companion

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

Pretty Boy

Sure hate to ship that old pony. He's been a darn good 'un for years. Even the boss, himself, rode him; saw many long miles 'tween his ears.

trailer, heaven, saddle, cookhouse

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

How They Do It

I've learned how you make your wives crazy. It's all little tircks on the mind. The secret is just act forgetful and really sincere, all the time. Now, every man knows

promise, honor, scraps, skill, family, nagging

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

The Horseman And The Storm

In the west there looms a storm cloud, just as dark as Hell's front door and thunder rolls from rim to canyon rim. The yellow grass is flattened by a sudden whirling gust

God, fury, heaven, rain, dies, frozen, sunset

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

Two Cent's Worth

In this modern age where all distance is blurred, dispite all the changes, still argument's heard as to what kind of saddle's the best one to ride: Montana to Texas,

leather, job, antique, pony, boot

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

The Epidemic

If you'll permit me, neighbors, friends, this meeting I'll address concerning a new malady that's sweeping through the West. It's cause for grave concern,

danger, disease, rhyme, snow, smart,poor

Backtracks Through the High, Wide and Lonesome

FC 11 A-20

G.M. Atwater

The Way That It Was

Do you remember the way that it was, out there; the breeze at the top of the hill, all scented with safebrush and pinion; the valleys so breathlessly still, the rumbling hooves of the cavvy

empty, diesel, critter, blazing, health, strong, dream

Legacy Of The Land

FC 11 B-72

Virginia Bennett

All That Is Left

At the mouth of a red-rock canyon near the base of a sandstone cliff she stands as a skeleton sentinel with branches, arthritic and stiff. And those up-turned fingers appears

pray, homesteader, flame, canyon, spring

Legacy Of The Land

FC 11 B-72

Virginia Bennett

Prairie Fires

All across the prairies, they start to burn. Long before daybreak, what could they be? Some unheard signal has just been given, they appear like beacons in a pitch-black sea.

breed, die, coffee, sense

Legacy Of The Land

FC 11 B-72

Virginia Bennett

Benediction

May your horse never trip in a hole, when across the prairie you're lopin! I ain't askin' for a cow to be sick, but may one once in awhile need ropin!

habits, crime, yield, sell, coffee

Legacy Of The Land

FC 11 B-72

Virginia Bennett

Treading On Sacred Ground

Swarming out of the valleys and canyons like ants, I watch them leave. Bearing their precious burden: trophies and booty display for all. Campers and Jeeps piled high with gear

cafe, parking, stare, greet, trespassers

Legacy Of The Land

FC 11 B-72

Virginia Bennett

Perpetual Motion

Born in Amarillo, cursed with a restless, wanderin' soul. His home will never be a physical place you could put on some taxman's roll. But rather, instead, his home's a mobile spread

wife, shuffle, meadow, true friend, generation

Legacy Of The Land

FC 11 B-72

Virginia Bennett

Temporarily On The String

There's a dog lyin' chained in someone's yard downtown. He's a black and white stock dog shiny coat, but dull of eye. With nose on paws, he watches

silent, butterflies, imaginary, flight, backyard

Legacy Of The Land

FC 11 B-72

Virginia Bennett

The Dead Yearling

The low-growth bushes were starting to bud and the first blades of grass began to appear as my mare picked her way through rocks and mud, wearing her first set of shoes for the year.

breeze, birth, breath, ghost, fools