FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
| Date of Items: | 1890-present | Register Prepared by: | Randy Williams and Susan Gross, April 2004 |
| Register Updated by: | Randy Williams, 23 December 2009 |
| Excel database transfered to MYSQL and uploaded (replacing PHP data): | Colin Jackson, Fall 2010 |
| MYSQL database updated: | Randy Williams, January 2012 |
| Linear Feet: | 20 |
Historical Note & Provenance
Folk Coll 11 is Utah State University's cowboy poetry collection. The collection, originally created by a generation donation by the L. J. and Mary Skaggs Foundation, includes books gathered during a fieldwork project in the early 1980s to document cowboy poetry in the U.S. west (see Folk Coll 11f). From this important fieldwork project came the impetus for the first Cowboy Poetry Gathering held in January 1985 in Elko, Nevada. Since that time, each January, the Fife Folklore Archives staff take the collection and Access database (that details each book, poem, author, first line and key words), to the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering for offsite use. Through University purchases and generation donations from poets and collectors, this collection continues to grow.
Scope and Content
The collection consists of 20 linear feet of books on cowboy poetry, including press and self published works. The collection can be accessed through USU Libraries online catalog.
As well, poem titles and keywords found in each book in the collection are included in the database below. To use, type in the search term. Tip: Try and use an uncommon
word from the poem to ensure less "hits." For instance, if you enter "boots" you will get many hits; but if you enter "bones" you will most liley get fewer "hits" or poems and find the item you seek faster.
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Poetry table.
First Previous Next Last| ID | Book Title | Composer | Index | Pages | Author | Poem Title | First Lines | Keywords |
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| 22862 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 22 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Genetics | We bought ten Hereford heifers at a sale in Wayne County And put them out to pasture behind the apple trees And for a while there they were docile. | ||
| 22863 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 24 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Sammy Dean | She tied her reins to a gambling man, who took her love then moved on again, Leaving a grass window. Now a woman, but not a wife, And Sammy's path seemed foreordained. | ||
| 22864 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 26 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Lydia | See this box? It was my mother's. It used to hold her pearls. I'd love to see her wearing them, when I was a little girl. | ||
| 22865 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 31 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | The Auction | We'd had a good crowd, picked up some change, from those ponies brought in off Nevada's high range, But the arena was quiet now, folks all gone home, And I figured that I was there on my own. | ||
| 22866 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 33 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Passage | They found him, late in the evening Near the spillway out west of town. Face down in a gully with blood on his back And his legs all twisted around. | ||
| 22867 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 34 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Red River Refrain | From this valley they say you are going We shall miss your bright eyes and sweet smile For they say you are taking the sunshine that has brightened our lives for awhile. | ||
| 22868 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 36 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | A Cowboy Season (Part I) (Summe-West Desert Range) | In July, the much turns to powder. Waterin' holes crackle like shards of ceramic, the grass shrivels up, and livin' just downright gets hard. | ||
| 22869 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 37 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | A Cowboy Season (Part II) (October-The Pasture Corrals) | In late autumn gnarled branches remember their youth, and know they must die, and at night they moan, and creak and cry out, and bare tremblin' limbs to the sky. | ||
| 22870 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 38 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | A Cowboy Season (Part III) (Winter-High Country Line Camp) | In those long hollow days of late autumn when the cold is gathering strength like a lariat coiled 'round the horn of your saddle suppressing the power of its length. | ||
| 22871 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 39 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | A Cowboy Season (Part IV) (Spring-in the Pastures) | In spring, when the calves started comin' the ground was still covered in snow. That night twenty gave birth the temperature hovered somewhere around three below. | ||
| 22872 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 40 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Round-up | By round-up time the high country was filling up with cold The nights were chill and slivers of ice lined the waterin' hole at dawn, until the churning hooves of near 800 head ground to mud the diamond ice, turned the water a murky red. | ||
| 22873 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 42 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Horse Killin' | It was probably Mont Tulley who spotted the horse. He'd been checking streams that afternoon and when he got to town he called Frank. Told him it looked like his. That big black, Monsoon. | ||
| 22874 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 44 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Old Stories | He was an old man, his shirt worn and faded. He shuffled, and looked out of place. And it seemed that a map of the whole western desert Was etched in the lines on his face. | ||
| 22875 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 46 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Horse Colt Adoption | I was feeling the pleasure of professional pride From pairing some kids with colts they'd soon ride- At least, once someone trained 'em, taught 'em to rein, Learned 'those wild ones the talents it takes to be tame. | ||
| 22876 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 47 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | It Has Been Awhile | When I think of the old man, I can still see him there on the steps of the bunkhouse, in an old rocking chair. His fingers were knotted from fencing and rope, his back bent and aching. But he smiled when he spoke. | ||
| 22877 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 48 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Hank Could Have Done More | Hank could have done more with his life, they all said, 'Stead of spending his days on a horse. If he'd chosen a job besides cattle and ranchin' Things could have been different, of course. | ||
| 22878 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 53 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Owen's Mare | Owen ran a ramshackle outfit about three miles outside of town, with those tumbleweed fences full of barbed wire tangles and corrals that was fallin' down. | ||
| 22879 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 56 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Little Red, Revisited | Little Red, the rancher's gal was riding along the ridge With her saddlebags filled with mutton and beef for grandma's fridge. | ||
| 22880 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 58 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Sweetie | Ol' Sweetie was sure a cantankerous feller. The orneriest cuss I ever knew. You think up any SOB, Sweet'd have 'em beat by two. | ||
| 22881 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 60 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Mornin' at the Post | Throughout the history of all mankind they've gathered together, the greatest of minds in Parthenon, senate, forum and mission to ponder the progress of our human condition. | ||
| 22882 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 62 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Reece's Peace | Reece was a hard working rancher He toiled long hours the whole work week through But when the weekend come round He would go to town and have the bartender pour him a few. | ||
| 22883 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 65 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Ewela | Pete stopped in at the auction To see what his livestock would bring. He was selling some steers and an old worn out ewe who hadn't produced this past spring. | ||
| 22884 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 67 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | The Cowboy and the Schoolmarm | Leland never got much schoolin' after the year he turned eight. he'd got new spurs and started to wrangle and it were now, he figured, too late. | ||
| 22885 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 69 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Lessons in Love | Lester came into Pearl's coffee shop, and engaged her in conversation about the merits and drawbacks or personal ads in resolvin' romance inclinations. | ||
| 22886 | Cow Tracks on the Land | FC 11 B-66 | 64 | Lona Tankersley Burkhart | What Do You Mean? | Hello pardner, gee, but its nice and peaceful out here. Thought I'd come out for a few days, and shoot a deer. |