FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing

Guy Logsdon

FOLK COLL 11 L-46

258

Unknown

Down, Derry Down

As the crab-louse and the cricket were traveling one day, They lit on a flower just over the way. This flower, being fairer than most of the rest, Was plucked by a maiden and pinned on her breast. Derry down, down, derry down.

flower, sex, bug

The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing

Guy Logsdon

FOLK COLL 11 L-46

261

Riley Neal

The Jolly Baker

I am a jolly baker, and I bake my bread brown, Latin derry, latin derry day. I am a jolly baker, and I bake my bread brown, I've got the biggest rolling pin of any man in town. Latin derry, latin derry, latin derry day.

sex, prowess, various locations

The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing

Guy Logsdon

FOLK COLL 11 L-46

265

Unknown

The Saddest Face in the Mining Town

"It's the last time, darlin'," in vain he said, As he kissed her lips like the cherries red; And the fond light shone in his eyes of brown, "My love is the prettiest girl in town.

wedding, death, widow

The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing

Guy Logsdon

FOLK COLL 11 L-46

268

Unknown

The Irishman

'Twas in the merry month of May And Irishman here landed; He started out to see the sights, An Irishman so candid.

parrot, travel, pumpkin

The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing

Guy Logsdon

FOLK COLL 11 L-46

271

Tex Fletcher

Peter Pullin' Blues

Papa caught me in the loft, I'd just finished jackin' off, And he grabbed me by my leg and pulled my down; Papa said, "You gawdamned fool, stop this playin' with your tool, And I'll take you to the whorehouse up in town."

sex education, warning, masterbation

The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing

Guy Logsdon

FOLK COLL 11 L-46

275

Baxter Black

Honkytonk Asshole

I hang out in bars (and) bother the dollies (And) speak when I'm not spoken to, Bum cigarettes (and) flirt with the waitress, (I'm) wearing a mirror on my shoe.

bar, dance, drunk

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

n/a

FOLK COLL 11 G-45

G. B. Griffith

Stubby Pencil Poem

Sitting on the back porch, a poem working away in my mind.

poetry, pencil, writing process

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

n/a

FOLK COLL 11 G-45

G. B. Griffith

A Walk in the Nevada Desert

Taking a walk. A small head shovel as a walking stick. There's no need to talk. Except to the dog with me, a sweet Bluetick.

walk, dog, desert

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

n/a

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G. B. Griffith

Dust Devil

Scouring the land with no intent to forgive. Twisting and flailing for all it was worth. Somehow knowing it didn't have long to live. A child of the desert, which gave it birth.

wind, pain, sand

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

n/a

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G. B. Griffith

Sand Hills

They've stood for many a year. With no fence lines in sight. No scars from roads or any to fear. Absent of manmade blight.

wildlife, food, barrier

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

n/a

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G. B. Griffith

Washboard Road

Radio's on but I can't make out the song. It's drummed out by the truck's loud, monotonous tune. Testing the nerves as it always seems to go on for far too long. Our trip down that washboard road can't end, none too soon.

music, washboard, noise

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

n/a

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G. B. Griffith

From Your Native Son

To a gracious lady, from your native son. Who's lived in distant lands, from which much I've learned. From their wondrous scenes and the way things there were done. But I heard you calling; it was time that I returned.

homeland, son, longing

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

n/a

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G. B. Griffith

Striped Racer

Striped racer, yellow on black. A snake on the move, looking for a nest. A squirrel's hole claimed, whose owner never came back. Tucked herself in for a weeklong rest.

snake, danger, hunt

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

n/a

FOLK COLL 11 G-45

G. B. Griffith

Open-Range Queen

She stared at the gate from the outside in. From her looks, she as one opinionated, tough old cow. With calloused knees and roughened-up skin. Her eyes spoke her mind; open that gate, right damned now.

cow, stubborn, gate

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

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G. B. Griffith

Bandits

A bandit free, though on the run. Less from fear and more by will. Stopping only to voice a greeting to the dawning sun. His coyote song breaking the early morning still.

bandit, running, survival

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

n/a

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G. B. Griffith

Mustangs of the Valley

They numbered few before those days of blame. A small mustang herd, the valley's own. No one knew from where they came. Or were already there when man made his presence known.

mustang, fences, freedom

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

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G. B. Griffith

Gray Old Lady

She still carries herself with pride and grace. Her head held as high as her aging strength can pull. Gray now mars her blaze, cheeks and face. The once thick and lustered mane is thinning and dull.

mare, show horse, age

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

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G. B. Griffith

The Best of Friends

A roan with two white stockings, the other a barrel-chested bay. One a full hand taller but neither seems to care. They're always together, no matter the weather or time a day. Of calmer dispositions, both being a mare.

mare, friends, grooming

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

n/a

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G. B. Griffith

Back to Arizona

He came from Arizona's Valley of the Sun. His light red coat suited only for the year-round heat. Where he spent his time horsin' around and havin' fun. Then new people came one fateful day for him to meet.

driving, mustang, winter

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

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G. B. Griffith

Eau de Horse

Havin' a horse as your best friend. Ridin' 'em, groomin' 'em and givin' 'em their name. Talkin' to 'em, feedin' 'em and pickin' up what comes out of their rear end.

smell, stench, horse

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

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G. B. Griffith

Her Promise Made

Barely a sound was made. No words were said. None were needed when she reached to stroke the gelding's blaze. He stood without fear, then slowly lowered his noble head. Knowing her as friend, even on her worst of days.

peace, taming, death

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

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G. B. Griffith

The Gelding and the Farrier

He was still locked in the paddock; it was late, half past eight. Something was up, his halter was on, he knew it couldn't be good.

gelding, hooves, farrier

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

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G. B. Griffith

A Rooster's Requiem

In his days, he was the king of pen and coop. His bright red comb, up proud and straight.

rooster, song, reign

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

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G. B. Griffith

Rooster Boots

It was cold, somewhere between five and ten. The hens were all out with their feathers all a-fluff.

cold, boots, eating

Stubby Pencil Poems of Great Basin Musin's

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G. B. Griffith

Chicken Sneeze

A mighty cheep put my mind ill at ease. What I expected was a loud boisterous cluck.

sneeze, hen, feed