FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Rough Patches

Deanna Dickinson McCall

FOLK COLL 11 M-67

Deanna Dickinson McCall

Various

essays, stories

Memoirs of a Maverick: Volume One of Three

Roy R. Moore Jr.

COLL 11 M-66 v.1

Roy R. Moore Jr.

memoirs, history

Rough Patches II

Deana Dickinson McCall

FOLK COLL 11 M-72

Deanna Dickinson McCall

Various

essays, stories

Buckaroos of the Great Basin

William Matthews

FOLK COLL 11 M-69

Waddie Mitchell

Random Thoughts of a Buckaroo

When you spend better than a quarter century drawing wages buckarooing and being on crews of them, you tend to have a vast pool of cumulative experience to draw opinions and philosophy from.

buckaroo, dinner, wagon

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Prologue With Restricted Weapon

Now that the moon is a dial Now, when the sky is wired for sound When not even the ground is safe from our kind

poetry, art, sound

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Mountains

To live here is to know the jagged arcs of glory are at war with gravity

mountain, history, nature

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Raven the Imitator

Not nightfall yet; this is the mountainfoot The light is alpenglow, a foreign word when nothing else will do. When no voice but Raven's breaks the silence, why does he choose this human mimicry? - A herder running cattle - hunters driving rough beasts over a piskun

raven, voice, men

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

An Arrowhead

It seemed too perfectly wrought to be lost, or found by chance That ivory coloured point shaped for an ancient strife gleamed, in my son's hand

arrowhead, history, lost

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Barbed Wire

My gloves are more aetherial than real reduced to air and ragged leather by wire, writhing on its hooked scales between the posts, pulling the hills together

barbed wire, gloves, tractor

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Justice

Against the lowering sun a hawk like a scarlet moth floats up on the rising air

justice, scenery, music

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

The Amulet

It might have been the child's We found her broken skeleton near that pile of bison bones

history, amulet, child

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

On Lineham Ledge

The goat believes in the mountain and it often looks down

goat, mountain, cliff

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Lunar Eclipse

Now the moon in her brief purdah takes the veil of grey mist

moon, beauty, eclipse

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Coyote Charivari

I know why Coyote is a god after last night's festival of hounds in the high basin across the creek

coyote, hunting, hounds

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Chanson Du Dejeuner Gratis

"Ou est le parapluie de ma tante?" French class, William Aberhart High, 1958

french, song, lunch

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Hunting Elk

I don't hunt for sport That's why I hunt alone I'd take the oldest one If he wants to learn

hunt, elk, night

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Elk Jump Up All Around You

Often you tried to get this close tracking them upwind, smelling their musk in wet aspen woods, to catch them sleeping

elk, herd, hunt

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Bulls in November

A cold wind blows down the Livingstone tonight Most beasts are huddled close for company in groves of fir and limber pine

bull, night, pasture

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

The Knife

The hunting knife was lost in hip high, blood stained snow No hope of finding it till spring at twilight and alone with 600 pounds of elk to drag home

knife, blood, coyote

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Medicine

I never wanted to live on those plains Did not know why, though I ran the coulees naked, coyote's child Wry mouth full of chokecherries Bitter sweet, along the creeks, and brown as the wide South Saskatchewan

medicine, injury, doctor

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

The Question

The hawk lay on the road all day like a small demon in love with earth

hawk, death, neck

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Beaver Creek, August

Over the dwindling stream spider webs swell upwards, nutting the heat

creek, water, nature

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Fire Dance

Horizons tremble on Skyline Ridge Sweat runs down my forehead my eyes swim

fire, wildfire, forest

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Sky Humour

At last the ranger quits his dusty circuit through the firs

mexico, volcano, flies

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

The Trick

Down to the creek for water The shadow of a balsam, "Balm of Gliead" is a cool hand on my forehead

water, cool, hand