FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
72
Fin Bayles
The Conversion of Ike McCadd
Out past the great salt desert, Where existence is mighty sad Lives a cranky and unsanitary ole hermit, In the person of bad Ike McCadd.
wolf, camping, storm
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
75
Fin Bayles
God Planted a Pinion Tree
Back in the early 'fifties, Me and Latigo Jim Took a contract to round up some Long ears In the draws on the Toroweep rim. It looked like a nice easy payday One of our better schemes, But unless we branded some Mavericks, We'd b e livin' on biscuits and beans.
tree, canyon, search
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
79
Fin Bayles
The Perversities of the Pup
I met a poor old sad Cowboy A decrepit and pitiful case, He was caught up in a nervous frenzy With a mask of pain etched on his face.
dog, injury, memory
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
81
Fin Bayles
The Packrat in the Attic
I suddenly quit sleepin' One night 'bout half past one, The house was cavin' in on me I knew my time had come.
packrat, junk, attic
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
84
Fin Bayles
A Lonely Grave
On a little rise, in a little flat In a canyon of San Juan, Stood a pile of a dozen crude hewn stones By a maker's hand long gone. I've ridden past unthinking Without a second glance.
grave, brother, memory
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
85
Fin Bayles
Perversities of Mortality
Man is a creature All woe begun Who ponders the many All deeds he's done.
death, life, humanity
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
86
Fin Bayles
Throwback
Somewhere in about every forest, Is a Gent that ain't up to date. He don't give a damn for the modern scene Born a hundred 'n fifty years late. He's simply known as "The Trapper, Squaw lover, or Mountain Man".
history, smell, skunk
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
88
Fin Bayles
I'd Do It All Again
An old cowhand went ridin' out one strange foreboding day. The air was tense, the sun was glazed in the strangest sort of way. His ole cowhorse was puffin', so he stopped upon a risse, When the strangest apparition started passin' b'fore his eyes. There before his startled gaze a panorama spread, Of a scene that perished long ago, his Daddy's old homestead.
marriage, nursing, family
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
90
Fin Bayles
Just Another Dogie Cowkid
It was 'bout the middle part of June, on a quiet purty day, In a cowcamp, fifty miles from town, showed up a different stray.
help, horseshoe, cowhand
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
92
Fin Bayles
Repentance, Cowboy Style
Way down between the rivers In the wilds ofSouth San Juan Past Green springs, Lakes, and Slickhorne Way to Hell and gone, Where slickrocks grow like tumors And good times ain't never now And it takes a thousand acres Just to feed one stinkin' cow,
roundup, bulls, herd
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
97
Fin Bayles
The Devil Take His Own
You've all heard of the "League of Nations", Those that have been to school; Well, the name was really made famous By the Bluff Bench livestock pool.
trail ride, kingpin, cattle tycoon
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
100
Fin Bayles
Desperation and Innovation
Feel for that poor little ranch gal Who, just to keep her family fed Has to chase some durned chicken all over the yard Then chop off the squawkin' thing's head.
chicken, razor, chase
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
101
Fin Bayles
A Cowboy's Toughest Day
The sun was bright, the sky was blue, the world it felt like spring, With nature's new a-bustin' loose, the songbirds high a-wing. I tok a ride to distant range just to have a look, Ridin' a big hay-burner, a bay Steeldust named Spook. The horse was fresh and frisky and not because I should, I slacked the reins, give him his head, to run 'cause he felt good.
horse, kill, sand
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
103
Fin Bayles
A Cowboy's Farewell
So long now, old Buddy It's time for you to go, Just when we get our notice Is something we don't know.
eulogy, death, funeral
Screwbean Perspective
FOLK COLL 11 B-80
104
Fin Bayles
Eulogy to a Man
A Man is come at morning's hour He's blessed with strenght and young, His task's an unknown quantity His journey's just begun. His pathway's smooth, it's markings bright It gently leads downhill, What is his course, where is he bound What's there to try his will.
death, eulogy, speech
Pat Richardson, Unhobbled
FOLK COLL 11 R-50
1
Pat Richardson
My Brother
He lays there by the stove lickin' places that's obscene; I guess I'll give him credit 'least he's tryna keep 'em clean.
dog, humor, brother
Pat Richardson, Unhobbled
FOLK COLL 11 R-50
2
Pat Richardson
Suicide
The old cowboy was an ornery cuss, he cheated, stole, and lied; he didn't have a conscience and you couldn't hurt his pride.
veteran, suicide, neighbors
Pat Richardson, Unhobbled
FOLK COLL 11 R-50
4
Pat Richardson
When Old Buck Died
Benny loved his buckskin horse, and when he died, with great remorse, Ben hauled him down to the taxidermy shop. He said, "I want him looking real; one more thing, put on some wheels, and a Briggs and Stratton so he'll start and stop."
taxidermy, robot, horse
Pat Richardson, Unhobbled
FOLK COLL 11 R-50
6
Pat Richardson
Second Thoughts
He was all propped up on pillows, you could tell he was in pain. There were hoses hooked to bottles dripping slowly in his veins.
hospital, injury, bear
Pat Richardson, Unhobbled
FOLK COLL 11 R-50
8
Pat Richardson
Sands of Time
A thing that oft'times comes to mind is fierce eroding sands of time; it seems deeds, both ill and great, like rings of smoke evaporate.
contest, time, pride
Pat Richardson, Unhobbled
FOLK COLL 11 R-50
10
Pat Richardson
Pony Eggs
When mom told me what dad had done, silently I swore somewhere, somehow, someday I'd even up the score
eggplant, coconut, lie
Pat Richardson, Unhobbled
FOLK COLL 11 R-50
11
Pat Richardson
Revenge
Anonymous sources reported each day on the outlandish antics of Ed. His ultimate goal, so I've been told is to damn sure get even with Fred.
revenge, satisfaction, thief
Pat Richardson, Unhobbled
FOLK COLL 11 R-50
12
Pat Richardson
Two Old Hands
Well, forty some odd years ago me and Jess were salty hands; by God now boys, we really knew our stock. We could read a brand haired over, in the fog, at just a glance, and track a month-old calf 'cross solid rock.
cowhand, cattle, breed
Pat Richardson, Unhobbled
FOLK COLL 11 R-50
14
Pat Richardson
Forty Years of Marriage
In over forty years of marriage, there's one thing I have found that the little woman's patience can be stretched beyond its bounds.
love, marriage, patience
Pat Richardson, Unhobbled
FOLK COLL 11 R-50
16
Pat Richardson
Henry Stowell
Henry was my great uncle, and he was great at everything he did, in my book. He did everything from blacksmithing and making ornamental ironwork for Wells Fargo stagecoaches, to cowboy for the Sonoma Land and Cattle Company, where they trailed their cattle every year clear across California to the Sierra Nevada Mountains. He was a horse shoer, gold miner, fiddle player, and a horse trader.
storyteller, uncle, history