FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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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

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

When Fire Starts to Travel

A lookout tower, wreathed in smoke floats above a ridge of firs

fire, forest, smoke

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Terry Fox

Leaving Nipigon by the wide painted river of fall The boats, the steaming mill, the endless road marbled with frost, and rock cuts looming walls of iron in the mist

river, mill, rain

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

An Apparition

Out of the heat waves warping the mountains Down the black highway that quivers now like quicksand

jesus, memory, vision

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

The Desperate

Here's another anxious voice This mururing wasp attacks the last water for miles A glimmer of piss cupped in a buck's track

wasp, tracking, water

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Hope

Every story seems trivial in the face of such great evil We must reach those iron hills before we speak of hope

hope, story, pain

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

If Love Were Enough

If love were enough we could save worlds Even this one

love, night, sleep

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

They Plough the Burnt Crops Under

They plough the burnt crops under Out there, between those hills Up here a mountain sun withers the garden all day At night, frost falls on the wounded

crops, burn, mercy

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

At the Falls

Down by the falls she bent to swim Where the limestone dipped to lead her in

love, berries, swim

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

At the Breaking of Drought

Steam rises from the mud The wind has banked two months of heat into this cracked clay

rain, dust, drought

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Rain

The clouds turned green Galleons sailed the north wind laden with bile

rain, hail, crops

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

The Dam

Three years before the dam they took our names from the district map We're in the way; they want us to un-be

dam, home, flood

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Sunflowers

All summer the sunflowers rose to the sun's hard music Rose like fiery headed serpents out of the garden bed

sunflowers, nature, seasons