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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. To return to the search page, click "home" at the bottom of the page.


Poetry table.

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IDBook TitleComposerIndexPagesAuthorPoem TitleFirst LinesKeywords
22637 Still Horsin' Around FC 11 C- 55 12 Stu Campbell How Much is a Mule Worth? Prose: The cows was pretty well taken care of, they didn't need much supervision. Other than changin' pasture now and then, pickin' up some strays, and makin' sure the water troughs were runnin', there really wasn't much ridin' to do.
22638 Still Horsin' Around FC 11 C- 55 15 Stu Campbell Still Wet Behind the Ears Prose: It started out to be a pretty good kind of a day. The sun was just coming up and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. As I pulled my boots on, I thought that they might make it 'til fall. There were holes in both of them and I was wearing heavy socks to help patch them up.
22639 Still Horsin' Around FC 11 C- 55 18 Stu Campbell The Critic Prose: When a feller gets married and the kids start coming along, sometimes he has second thoughts about forkin broncs on a regular basis. So it was with me, I decided to quit rodeoing.
22640 Still Horsin' Around FC 11 C- 55 20 Stu Campbell Easy Calvin'- it's Not Like the Old Days Prose: There was a loud crash before the light came on. My wife bolted upright in bed, and caught me red-handed, holding what I had thought was her blow dryer.
22641 Still Horsin' Around FC 11 C- 55 21 Stu Campbell The VCR Prose: I got a date. Don't know how I did it, but I got a date, an' she ws a big rodeo fan to boot! She'd told me she had even tried a few bareback broncs in some girl's rodeos.
22642 Still Horsin' Around FC 11 C- 55 23 Stu Campbell Courteous Horse Prose: The little dark chestnut filly was just as nice a horse as a feller could want; some white markings kinda high up on all four legs an' a white strip down her face added a touch of class and accented her action.
22643 Still Horsin' Around FC 11 C- 55 25 Stu Campbell Moonlight Ride Prose: I first met Albert Taylor when I was working on Owen Barton's Diamod A Ranch on the Idaho-Nevada border. ALbert lived in an old log cabin a few miles away fom the ranch.
22644 Still Horsin' Around FC 11 C- 55 28 Stu Campbell Horse Tradin' Prose: I sorta like to listen to talk an' stories that float around when a bunch of old timers get together. Sometimes the old fellers get a little wound up an' find it hard to stay on their seats. Most of them was pretty good bronc riders in their day
22645 Still Horsin' Around FC 11 C- 55 30 Stu Campbell The Sleeper Prose: I hired on a pretty bit cow outfit in Easter Utah a few years ago. The wage wasn't too bad but I had to furnish my own horses. I was paid extra money for using my own horses, but hnot hardly enough to keep them in shoes in that rough, rocky country.
22646 Still Horsin' Around FC 11 C- 55 32 Stu Campbell Cedar Bark and Road Apples Prose: We had just finished brandin' the tail end of the year's calf crop. We'd turned the cows and calves loose just inside the forest service boundary fence, and was takin' our time gettin' back to the ranch.
22647 Still Horsin' Around FC 11 C- 55 33 Stu Campbell A Cowboy Called Little Bo Peep Prose: Ropin' is one of my favorite pastimes, but too often it turns out to be work, for me anways. As much work as it usually becomes, I still rope every chance I get.
22648 Hoofprints Through the Sage FC 11 K- 27 6 E.J. Kirchoff Return Home From when I left my old home range Some forty years went by Before I saw those hills again Outlined against the sky.
22649 Hoofprints Through the Sage FC 11 K- 27 7 E.J. Kirchoff Morning After Rain The world sure has a new washed look All clean and shiny bright. In puddles water's standing From the rainfall in the night.
22650 Hoofprints Through the Sage FC 11 K- 27 9 E.J. Kirchoff A Wild Ride The talk in Wilbur's stable Was of horses that were rough. And one old boy amongst us Looked like he was plenty tough. He listened plumb entent to All the stories that were spun
22651 Hoofprints Through the Sage FC 11 K- 27 12 E.J. Kirchoff No Law Again It When the sun goes down And the stars come out And the moon begins to shine, Gonna hit the trail and take a ride To see that gal of mine. And as we're strollin Hand in hand With her there by my side
22652 Hoofprints Through the Sage FC 11 K- 27 14 E.J. Kirchoff Perfume I love the smell of sagebrush Just after summer rain; The fragrant, subtle smell that comes From fields of ripened grain; The dusty smell of barnyard That's dry from blazing sun;
22653 Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems FC 11 R-44 1 George Rhoades Along the Chisholm Trail The cowboys who came up the trail, Dusty, grimy, gritty, sweatin', Drivin' the long, windin' herds.
22654 Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems FC 11 R-44 5 George Rhoades Billy The Kid From Silver City to Lincoln County, From the Rio Bonito to Mexico, From the Sacramentos to the Hondo, From Fort Sumner to Old Santa Fe
22655 Hoofprints Through the Sage FC 11 K- 27 15 E.J. Kirchoff Heavy Rain I'm ridin' this old mule out in The Alvord Desert there To east of high Steens moutain. And Sure hot the summer air. When I left camp at daylight Merc'rey's settin hundred ten.
22656 Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems FC 11 R-44 7 George Rhoades Cemetery The little country cemetery clings to the hill, Above the grassy slopes down below, Silent, windswept, forlorn, and weathered, Through rain, sun, sleet and snow.
22657 Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems FC 11 R-44 8 George Rhoades Chilsholm Trail Annie The CA herd had crossed the Red, And was bedded down for the night Near the plateau called Lookout Point.
22658 Hoofprints Through the Sage FC 11 K- 27 18 E.J. Kirchoff Creampuff We used to call him Creanpuff When he was just a kid. The name came sorta natural for the sissy things he did. That is, we thought it sissy Because we had never saw, Enstead of playin' baseball, Someone who'd rather draw.
22659 Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems FC 11 R-44 11 George Rhoades Crossin' the Red We pushed 'em to the Red, And the trail boss said, "We're gonna cross the river here; Crowd 'em in, have no fear."
22660 Hoofprints Through the Sage FC 11 K- 27 21 E.J. Kirchoff Some Things Can't Be Bought This old boy was complainin'. Said, "I sure can't figger wh That boy of mine won't make a hand. Why he won't even try. "The other day we had a bunch of calves we had to brand.
22661 Along the Chisholm Trail and Other Poems FC 11 R-44 12 George Rhoades Drover's Moon The cowboy said, "I'll see you soon, When I come back, 'Neath the drover's moon,"