FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
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Walt McLaughlin
Fourth Day Of Rain
When the rain drips nonstop from an expressionless sky, your heart gets stuck in your throat and there is nothing left to do but scream wordless allegiance to humanity before you forget --
punishment, twilight, sympathy, fear, storm
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
58
Luther Van Cleve
Unchanging Melody
prose
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
60
Kenneth W. Brewer
Learning To Be Omniscient
In the dream a gun bolt snaps shut and he feeds it in his teeth, just the alarm rings in his ear. He rolls to his side, feels the first pain of torn muscle in his back. He reaches for the alarm in the darkness beside his ear.
spider, silver, throbbing, bookcase, poetry, footboard
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
62
Kenneth W. Brewer
Quiet Night At Home
Dark outside. Clouds. Rain. October wind takes the last leaves as if the maple tore out her hair for Halloween. Jakob rocks before the fire, wooden chair on wooden floor, red pine logs.
pleasant, feathers, dreams, river, smile
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
63
Robert Parham
Man And A Horse
In love with his horse, Albarran discovered the horse loved his wife more, and she, caught in the moon of her own discontent, loved the animal more than even herself. Dry and brown as old paper
crunch, special date, sleep, fractured history
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
64
Elizabeth Bancroft
Harry's 80-90's Hole
First, winds blew something over the backs of goats. They didn't "baaa," so few thought anything about strands of wool in the barbs, but then, even cows and horses died.
infantries, funny looking, neighbors, protection
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
65
Lisa Quinlan
Last Saturday
Early November the few remaining Autumn leaves now spotted black hang on stubbornly to a short, shameless life, from heavy, dark rain clouds thundering threats to the gray, sheeted sky
promise, lose, inevitable winter, river, frost, fibers
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
66
Jim Hammons
Best Memories Are Last
A few years back I bought a four-year old cow a longlegged bony critter, half Charlois and lord knows what the other half was it wasn't Hereford, 'cause she was not a bit red - but was dirty white,
racks, nut, tailgate, sight, stock buyer
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
67
William J. Mackey
I'm Where The Action Is
It's too bad so sad, It had to turn out his way - not for me but you.
sad, unfortunate, wrong
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
67
William J. Mackey
Another Day For This Strong!
You wish for a better world, you mean for a different world, but it will never change. The beat goes on with or without you!
wish, world, changes, without
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
68
Annette Le Box
Pardners
Lynn and me were good girls once virgins at twenty-three proudly offering our purity like homebaked bread while the range-fed men wandered, we stayed home & dreamed of going all the way only to be disappointed.
cowgirls, moon, bullseye, whiskey, smile
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
70
John C. Dofflemyer
Sierra Lake Girl
My sense of the river spills over granite smoothed to narrows beneath a Sierra lake, some generic snow-shored scoop hidden some from the sun - but half-lined with pine shade high enough that tamaracks twist
reasonable, shield, trust, safety
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
71
John C. Dofflemyer
The Creek
The coming & going of the creek with Woodducks, the feathered chatter, the mini-flood of floating deadfall, the bleached-moss-cobbled skull caps steamed stiff & dry dictate more than watergaps.
canyons, friends, sensitivity, poetry, hide, hill
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
72
Max Peters
Two Thousand Miles From Dennis Levine
I wish I was back on the ranch near Great Falls, Montana, spittin' snoose into the Missouri River over a red bandanna, watchin' crows chase a hawk back u pinto a ravine, two thousand miles from Dennis Levine.
Treasure, jump-start, job, money
Dry Crik Rview: Summer-Fall 1993
John C. Dofflemyer
FC 11 D-20
73
Max Peters
Boots In The Oven
There's no end to the vanity of poets and singers, Journalists, novelists, promoters and thinkers. There's no ned to the bull and there's no way to fix it: you can put your boots in the oven, but that don't make them biscuits.
risk, tickets, opinions, minions
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
FC 11 G-42
151
Janet Gingold
Cold Creek Remembered (1958)
One summer day, in my sixteenth year, I called my horse and gathered my gear, and stood by the pasture gate to see the little bay gallop up to me. Her tail flowed out like a silken banner,
courage, hay, dream, heart, grain, corral
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
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Janet Gingold
Joseph (1959)
He was tired, and worn and worried; They had come such a very long way. And his eyes filled with weary frustration at the close of this troublous day. He had searched through the town for a lodging,
manager, infant, future, hillsides, smile
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
FC 11 G-42
154
Janet Gingold
No Sale (1960s)
Well! I got so mad this mornin' that it almost spoilt my day! I rode down to see my neighbor about buyin' up hi hay; But when I got to his corral I saw an ugly sight: He was "breakin' in" a bronco, and he had him snubbed down tight.
sweat, death, pride, pain, twist
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
FC 11 G-42
155
Janet Gingold
A Sheltie Will Do (1960s)
There are small dogs and big dogs, and middle-sized too, but for dogs of just-right size a sheltie will do. There are sweet dogs, and mean dogs, and placid ones too.
faithful, love, meadow, friend, hearts
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
FC 11 G-42
156
Janet Gingold
A Journey Into Yesterday (1962)
I felt it when I reached the hill - the tug of bygone days - forsooth, my heart remembers still it's long-lost childhood ways. My eyes rejoice to see once more this earth of rich, red hue; I know it as I did before -
remember, rule, grace, treats
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
FC 11 G-42
160
Janet Gingold
Spring Love (1962)
"In Spring a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love," they say, but i'm a little different, 'cause my mind don't work that way. In Spring I think of new-born lambs,
green grass, flowers, sparkling skies, rich
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
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161
Janet Gingold
What Grandma Told Me (1964)
"There's a big old pine on yonder hill, that stands out black when the moon is yeller, and there, long ago, when nights was still, I'd go for to meet my blue-eyed feller. Me, ridin' up on my small bay mare,
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
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163
Janet Gingold
Town and Country (1965)
Oh, a man gets might tired when he's workin' on the range, and sometimes he'd like to settle down in comfort for a change, with an eight-to-five position and a cozy little home, with a car and boat and workshop,
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
FC 11 G-42
165
Janet Gingold
No Home On The Range (1967)
Well, I spent the whole day Sunday out a-lookin' for the range, but i couldn't seem to find it, for there's been a lot of change. Where we used to pen the cattle there's a string of new motels,
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
FC 11 G-42
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Janet Gingold
Ace (1968)
He was just a skinny stud colt, all leggy, scared and black, and I won him in a card game, on aces, back to back. All the feller sorta chuckled when I brought him home that night, and I felt a bit embarrassed