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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| 22930 | Cow Tracks on the Land | FC 11 B-66 | 131 | Lona Tankersley Burkhart | Cowboys Eulogy | To say goodbye, my God, it sure is hard. But so long ol' Pal, adios, ol Pard. We rode many trails together, in that far distant past. But now, we've come to the end of the trail, at last. | ||
| 22931 | Cow Tracks on the Land | FC 11 B-66 | 133 | Lona Tankersley Burkhart | Cowman's Prayer | Dear God, on this THy starry night. I thank Thee Lord, for all things right. For the grass and water, the rain and snow. | ||
| 22932 | Cow Tracks on the Land | Lona Tankersley Burkhart | FC 11 B-66 | 134 | Leon Flick | Spring of Eighty Eight | They died like flies in eighty eight They trod a path through Heavens gate And there they found aplace to graze | |
| 22933 | Cow Tracks on the Land | FC 11 B-66 | 135 | Lona Tankersley Burkhart | When You Ride the Ridges | When you ride the high ridges, where the air is pure and sweet. your heads in the clouds, and the whole world lies at your feet. | ||
| 22934 | Cow Tracks on the Land | Lona Tankersley Burkhart | FC 11 B-66 | 137 | Bob Schild | Please Lord | Now, I ain't much fer prayin, and cows ain't worth a dam. It seems like less and less of them, is packin' my old arn. Our Mr. Smith, the banker, is bearin' quite a load. | |
| 22935 | Cow Tracks on the Land | FC 11 B-66 | 138 | Lona Tankersley Burkhart | Three Sets of Tracks in the Sand | On a cold and windy Christmas Night, three weary cowboys saw the light. Shining in theEastern sky, Herald of our Lord on high. | ||
| 22936 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 72 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Red Neck Fishin' | Newt and Ernie weren't avid sportsmen. So, when Ernie came up with the plan That they slip off and go fishin' Ol' Newt was pure stumped. | ||
| 22937 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 74 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Merle's Opus | Merle was known to be frugal. He had a conservative way. He'd wear out his jeans plumb to rivets and strings whilst saving for some rainy day. | ||
| 22938 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 76 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Hard Times Come Again... | Last winter the fuel in Spencer's tractor gelled up. I'd drive by at least once every day, And for a week there'd be Spence, crankin' the starter. | ||
| 22939 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 78 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Administerin' Angel (Or... Why Some Men Prefer Levi's over Wranglers...) | Floyd slammed shut the door of his truck and walked a ways in the wood, turning his back on his wife left inside like a well-brought up gentleman should. | ||
| 22940 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 79 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | The Debate Rages | There are men who choose to ride on mules, And those who mount a horse. Others prefer a pick-up truck, and will speak with no remorse. | ||
| 22941 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 83 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | We, the Living... | Suckered again By those flowering displays, Verdant, botanical racks and stacks I bought my tomatoes too early. | ||
| 22942 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 84 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | She, After We Visited the Department Store Makeover Counter | Who would have imagined such a thing, a bit of fluff on a lark, on a whim, would result in such insurgency? | ||
| 22943 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 85 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Upon His Son's Leaving for College | He stands at the edge of the drive. A scant quarter mile of dirt, connected unannounced to the state road his mouth grim. | ||
| 22944 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 86 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Another Old Woman | After so many years of habit she could not imagine wiping another man's rust from her bathtub. | ||
| 22945 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 87 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Ilene | The old woman sits, doing peaches, Thin skins slipping like gloves From the firm, yellow flesh of the peaches. Each movement a lesson in love. | ||
| 22946 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 89 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | The Pheasant Dream | In the September night walls become heavy and push inward. Stars begin to call my name. They pull me. | ||
| 22947 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 90 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Irrigating the Cornfield by Moonlight | Huddled one against another My children sleep. They do not sense the moving waters. In the cornfield, the streams wet the soil, nurture the stems. | ||
| 22948 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 91 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | A Thing Accomplished | I sense you once knew what shadows could be cast from a stained glass window And the colors transparent in an eggshell. | ||
| 22949 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 92 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Water like Voices | In the night waters will stretch with quicksilver hands to tunnel beneath the roadbed. | ||
| 22950 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 93 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Death, Disguised as a Flower | In the bent afternoon light of late October a thin petal, marking slow, distant time free-falls. | ||
| 22951 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 94 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Rio Madre | Colorado River, rio madre, running like time running like life from the Rockies. | ||
| 22952 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 96 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Colorado | On the walls of Toroweap, above white waters of Lava Falls I watched you seek the Colorado, try to escape to the sea. | ||
| 22953 | Old Stories | FC 11 K-26 | 98 | Jo Lynne Kirkwood | Kanab Creek | Red clay like cracked mosaic Shards with missing grout a slash across this sandstone desert. | ||
| 22954 | The Ballad of Gutless Ditch | FC 11 L-36 | 1 | Katie Lee | Matalot (Summer 1888) | The town is splattered on the hills as if birds had dumped their load Among the rocks and cactus quills since time began. |