FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Trail's End

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John Curtis Underwood

Lost Lake

Two snow peaks looked down on it over their shoulders,

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John Curtis Underwood

Tesuque Church

A blue square of sky with two bells in it

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Ten Candles

Before the gold and white altar in our old cathedral aisle,

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John Curtis Underwood

The Cabin

The cabin has yellow log walls and a front porch with a hammock in it,

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John Curtis Underwood

The Santa Fe Trail

The high plains were a stage for it, the rolling prairies gave its tempo.

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John Curtis Underwood

The Old Dim Trail

The old, dim trail is gray and faint as a memory of many years ago.

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John Curtis Underwood

The Revenant

I sit in the New Museum Patio,

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John Curtis Underwood

Treasure Seekers

Near their studio two friends of ours found scattered potsherds.

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John Curtis Underwood

Puppets and People

We had a community theatre here two years ago.

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John Curtis Underwood

Pussy Cats and Cherubim

There are certain rooms upstairs in our museum of art that belong more to an artist dead and little known than to anyone alive.

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Sunset--New Mexico

On the loma shoulder by the gray adobe,

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High School Tennis Court

A girl with a racket sweeping high, smashing to the back line--

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Envoy

I have come back again to this mountain land I always love,

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John Curtis Underwood

The Ride Home

We rode home last night by the river.

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John Curtis Underwood

Winter Noon

Gray Leg wound on and up in a snail shell spiral,

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John Curtis Underwood

Winter Morning

The sky is as gray as the glass of the studio window,

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Winter Midnight

There are triptychs, panels, lunettes, in Holland, Paris, Italy

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John Curtis Underwood

Star Spray

My cot is set in the midst of mountains and stars.

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John Curtis Underwood

Still Life

Cold clear dawn on a world that wakes from huddled sleep--

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John Curtis Underwood

The Tower

There is no cloud in the world today.

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John Curtis Underwood

Santa Fe Forenoon

The foothills are striped with long shadows of little pinyon trees.

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John Curtis Underwood

Penitentes

Ten half naked men are marching,

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The Old Adobe

A brown mud box some one dumped by the side of the street,

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John Curtis Underwood

Hotel de Olid

We have called it a bleak old barracks, but it belongs to us.

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John Curtis Underwood

The Paris

Paris blazed by night, bridging San Francisco Street