FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
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188
Janet Gingold
The Wanderer (2005)
The prairie stretched before him, just as endless as the sea. The waving grass was stirrup-high, no hint of shrub or tree. A quest it was, that sent him west, to lands not seen before. But somewhere, he knew one for him held promise in store.
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
FC 11 G-42
197
Janet Gingold
Roots.. in the Morgan World
prose
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
FC 11 G-42
190
Janet Gingold
Last Word (2007)
T'was a night to be forgotten, but few there were who could. For sometimes nothing turns out the way you think it should. Now, I know you won't believe me, "Though what i say is truth.
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
FC 11 G-42
191
Janet Gingold
Warm Thoughts Of Cold Creek (2007)
I was young back in the 'forty's, just a kid, if truth were told, so it only stands to reason that by now I'm growing old. But I haven't lost a memory of the many I built then on the ranch I loved so dearly
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
FC 11 G-42
199
Janet Gingold
I Remember (1995)
prose
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
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201
Janet Gingold
Cousin Don Landes (2003)
prose
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
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203
Janet Gingold
World War II Memorial (May 29, 2004)
prose
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
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204
Janet Gingold
Mr. Miley's Palomino (2005)
prose
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
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205
Janet Gingold
The Christmases of My Childhood (1930s)
prose
The Lavonne Houlton Compendium: Ponies, Poetry and Prose
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206
Janet Gingold
Uncle Ed Titus (2007)
prose
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
Prairie Song
I know the song of the prairie. Its harkening cry, like the anguished joy of a birthing, lifts the heart high as a heaven, swaddling the soul in its ineffable everness.
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
Stone in the Wall
A voice spoke. "I come from the Great Massif. Far to the north. Through ice, water and aeons I journeyed and waited. Waited for the improbable moment. Waited till he who sought me.. found me.
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
April 30
This sleek sheet of fury, white within white within white, whips, wraps, the world without pity.. then, again, what use has a whirlwind for pity?..one may as well call it joyful
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
Mid-June
Mid-June. Sun woke an hour ago to a damn cool dew damp reception. Ash, lilac, iris dripping with nary a nod, then morning slips he night clothes and dons a light breeze for the day's journey.
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
Somewhere in the Night
Somewhere, in the night, rain came. Not much (maybe thirty hundredths), but enough to trickle leaves clean of dust dun. Down and off to chapped patches of open earth, healing, sealing,
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
When I was a Child
When i was a child, in the faraway Fifties, all mothers had the same first name. There was Mrs. Grawe..Mrs.Shurdahl..Mrs. Marmon.. Mrs. Groethe..I have no recollection of that
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
My Mother's Quilt
My mother made a quilt. Three inch squares from scraps of homemade winter coats. A new one sewn every year for Lord only knows how many. I keep it in her grandfather's humpback steamer trunk till the trees,
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
The Moth
One sweet far summer night when I was quite between any age but naught..and thought the world was mine.. I saw the Moth. More than a hand's breadth. Beyond grasp. I stood stunned as if the Christ had returned.
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
On the Edge of Town
Where old yards and houses sit ramshackley kempt, chock to the rafters with memories dreamt. Where wild awaits, 'neath headges outgrown, patiently taking all back to its own. Eyes that are watching the nobody there,
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
5 a.m.
Sun trickles through ash and box elder, drops a glint of my cup rim and rouses shadows, from their night's rest, to the day's drifting.
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
Dregs of Memory
It is the dregs of memory wherein the muse wallows, willfully, joyfully slopping through forgotten caresses, rude confrontations, hard life and sweet situations
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
Words
I love you. Words. Like trinkets, won at the county fair, soon tossed and lost in the back of a drawer full of scattered memories occasionally rifled through
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
When The Waltz Lilts
When the waltz lilts it lifts the heart above the drudge of the day and hands it deftly to the keeper of dreams. So it seems. So, it waltz.
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
A Moment at the Fair
She moves like liquid grace. Every step smooth as silk sailing on the mere breath of a breeze...not an ounce of posturing, she's amber in motion, mellifluous warm,
Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory
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DW Groethe
Morning Coffee
Four thirty and twilight, peeping the horizon, begins lapping up the dregs of night shadow, still furtively lingering in the low reaches..but not for long.