FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Cowboy Love Poetry: Verse from the Heart of the West
Paddy Calistro, Jack Lamb, Jean Penn
FC 11 C-36
124
California Joe
Well, mates, I don't like stories; Or am I going to act.
Cowboy Love Poetry: Verse from the Heart of the West
Paddy Calistro, Jack Lamb, Jean Penn
FC 11 C-36
132
J.B. Allen
Sparks
You reckon why the women folks all try to change their man?
Cowboy Love Poetry: Verse from the Heart of the West
Paddy Calistro, Jack Lamb, Jean Penn
FC 11 C-36
134
J.B. Allen
Matrimonial Martyrs
The women folk, Who came to live with "monroe."
Cowboy Love Poetry: Verse from the Heart of the West
Paddy Calistro, Jack Lamb, Jean Penn
FC 11 C-36
136
Sue Wallis
Timothy Draw
We pause at the top of Timothy Draw; Look down the country for stray cows.
Cowboy Love Poetry: Verse from the Heart of the West
Paddy Calistro, Jack Lamb, Jean Penn
FC 11 C-36
137
Scott S. McKendrick
The End
She was not just a rancher's daughter; With a personality so fine
Cowboy Love Poetry: Verse from the Heart of the West
Paddy Calistro, Jack Lamb, Jean Penn
FC 11 C-36
138
Scott S. McKendrick
Don't Teach That Girl to Rope
The first mistake I ever made, Or the first that I'd admit.
Cowboy Love Poetry: Verse from the Heart of the West
Paddy Calistro, Jack Lamb, Jean Penn
FC 11 C-36
140
Laurie Wagner Buyer
Thirty Nine
Thirty nine, Dawn beckons me out into a rose and mauve tumbled sky.
Cowboy Love Poetry: Verse from the Heart of the West
Paddy Calistro, Jack Lamb, Jean Penn
FC 11 C-36
141
Laurie Wagner Buyer
Sego Lily
Cowboy, the world turns too fast any more.
Cowboy Love Poetry: Verse from the Heart of the West
Paddy Calistro, Jack Lamb, Jean Penn
FC 11 C-36
142
Henry Real Bird
Cowboy Drifter
The most beautiful woman, I ever did see; Greets me each mornin', with a star that's light
Cowboy Love Poetry: Verse from the Heart of the West
Paddy Calistro, Jack Lamb, Jean Penn
FC 11 C-36
144
Henry Real Bird
Lone Star Woman
Twas half moon out, on the longest day; 'Twas rodeo in' about Oklahoma way.
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
23
R.J. Petrillo
Penetrate the graveyard ruins
Penetrate the graveyard ruins there's a root in the common rubble
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
24
R.J. Petrillo
I choose to be myself
I chose to be myself, revolving sphere of oneness in will and action
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
25
R.J. Petrillo
Fugitive
Be still, old heart, do not betray me.
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
26
R.J. Petrillo
Hill Cabin
The cabin has declined into indifferent estate. Field mice rummage among its warped shelves and chipped crockery
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
27
R.J. Petrillo
Lame oldtimers of furrowed under faces
Lame oldtimers of furrowed under faces, sit and chew before the Mercantile
aging
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
28
R.J. Petrillo
There is room enough
There is room enough in summer fields for walking among the waist high rows
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
31
R.J. Petrillo
I followed mud red riddles
I followed mud red riddles across April's whirlwind haze
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
32
R.J. Petrillo
I am aware of night
I am aware in the night, combustible among shingle-sided hills
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
33
R.J. Petrillo
Out Here
It doesn't get any better. I'm so afraid of losing her, I scatter passion's glowing coals aimlessly about the sand and watch
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
34
R.J. Petrillo
Brushwork
I'm only strolling out to the rim, to brush in the day's closing strokes
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
35
R.J. Petrillo
Wide golden wings
Wide golden wings arc lazily by circling and soaring between canyon walls
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
36
R.J. Petrillo
Borderlands
The clump grass shades to rusty roan, Apache-plume bleaches into bloom
flowers, nature
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
37
R.J. Petrillo
Penstemon
Give me penstemon in sudden clusters, Along the road edge. ..and time to see them
flowers
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
38
R.J. Petrillo
Backwaters
Washed over shallows on the flooding crest, The river's flows lumps to silted bay
Catching It Whole: A First Collection of Poems
FC 11 P-02
39
R.J. Petrillo
Down Canyon
Silence unravels space, shimmering between dark rims
canyon