FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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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

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

What Coyotes Fear

In this crazy heat there are figures on the far hills that could be trees, were trees but these things now are dancing leave the earth, that stony crest

coyotes, fear, light

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Steve

Steve is out in the raw wind sawing boards from a pallet salvaging hardwood to smoke some meat wasting nothing

neighbor, labor, skills

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Heartwood

So much deadwood in the willow

wood, sturdiness, deadwood

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

As the Age Returns to Swords

Lift this crippled arm, try to ward off time, and winter - which is the mood of time

arm, injury, effort

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Shooting Stars

Voices fall silent one by one The stars are falling through the radio waves Those faces we studied those stories made our own

star, wish, song

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Joker's Stilts

The child could fly Didn't know his tethers when he owned the sky

stilts, child, joy

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

The Rider With Good Hands

In the falling snow in the field below the garden A man and a horse are arguing about barrels in the yellow grass

rider, hands, dance

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

After the Vernal Equinox

The wind is whooping it up The dead limbs come down from the cottonwood as I come up to the cabin

sky, season, wind

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Hands of My Fathers

They should be soft and supple these writer's hands But writing poems all day won't pay mechanic's wages

hands, musician, mechanic

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

"How Can I Keep From Singing?"

Andy Suknaski's mandolin was a wine stained friend I cupped to my younger heart In the cold of the Rocky Mountain nights I held that strung gourd tight To keep the music warm To keep the thin wood springing

singing, instruments, guitar

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

You Had to Be There

I've been to that town that he wrote so much about A man came out of the hotel at high noon, no other soul in sight Except for one mongrel dog lying in the street

secrets, main street, history

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Ballad of the Onion

At lunch we ordered salad Serene, and spare of build she gazed upon the legumes while her water glass was filled

onion, ballad, salad

Sky Humour

Sid Marty

FOLK COLL 11 M-68

Sid Marty

Another Blue Guitar

"I now begin to sing my way west" the prairie poet said, collect "Gonna sing my way across the plains and meet you at the mountain poet's funeral"

guitar, poetry, songs