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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.


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Poetry table.

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IDBook TitleComposerIndexPagesAuthorPoem TitleFirst LinesKeywords
23689 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 19 Belvina W. Bertino Dusty Just an old cowpony, faithful and true, Standing in the sun by the ranchyard gate; His days of roping and running are through, He's contented now to just rest and wait.
23690 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 20 Belvina W. Bertino Salute To An Old-Timer Howdy, Old Cow-Poke, how're you doing today? Sittin' in a rocker instead of pitchin' hay; Thinkin' and dreamin' over the days of your by-gone past, When a man lived by his deeds with never a question asked.
23691 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 20 Belvina W. Bertino Prairie Gold Golden treasure by the acre Ripples in the summer breeze Like an undulating ocean, Full of wealth our hearts to please.
23692 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 21 Belvina W. Bertino A Good Place To Be From Some folks like the city, The crowds, the glitter and hum, But me, I like Montana 'Cause-- It's a good place to be from.
23693 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 22 Belvina W. Bertino Sunset Time Sunset time is joy time With reds and blues and gold Splashed across God's heaven, A gloory to behold.
23694 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 22 Belvina W. Bertino September Rain For months the parched earth lay panting Beneath the fevered, skimmilk sky Witih its surcharged sun rays slanting Lehal beams on cornfield and rye.
23695 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 23 Belvina W. Bertino Autumn Evening Breezes fair Waft tangy air Autumn-packed With smells intact.
23696 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 23 Belvina W. Bertino Autumn On The Ranch Each crisply-colored autumn day Is heady as connoisseur's wine, With India summer's witching spell Blue-filtered through golden sunshine.
23697 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 24 Belvina W. Bertino November Days The leaves from the trees are falling Their limbs stand naked and bare; Wild geese and mallards are calling, There's a nippy chill in the air.
23698 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 24 Belvina W. Bertino A Ranch Dog He may not be much to look at, He may be more cur than fine name, But as long as he's loyal and true What difference if he wins no fame?
23699 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 25 Belvina W. Bertino Be Thankful For a gentle soaking rain Be thankful; For the rippling golden grain Be thankful; When the skies are bright and fair And your mind is free from care
23700 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 25 Belvina W. Bertino Thanksgiving Prayer For ranch and home, for grass that grows; For stock and grain, the cock that crows; For health and wealth and family, Father in Heaven, we thank Thee.
23701 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 26 Belvina W. Bertino Thanksgiving On The Ranch The ranchhouse is all abustle In its glowing, festive array, With young folks and old ahustle on this bright, crisp Thanksgiving Day.
23702 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 26 Belvina W. Bertino Winter Wind The tone of a wind rose to a shrill pitch, like the high notes of a violin being played off key.
23703 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 26 Belvina W. Bertino Snowstorm Winter rode in on its North Wind Charger that snorted snow dust and frozen fire.
23704 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 27 Belvina W. Bertino The First Christmas The wintry stars shown clear and bright, The quiet air was crisp and chill, As shepherds that December night Stood 'round their campfire on the hill.
23705 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 28 Belvina W. Bertino Christmas Eve Strange peaceful calm filled all the air That night long years ago, When shepherds watched the heavenly stars And saw an angel-glow.
23706 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 29 Belvina W. Bertino Signs of Christmas Shop windows filled wtih gifts and toys, Boys and girls with their faces pressed; Grown-ups hurrying to and fro, Aglow in their holiday best.
23707 Echoes Of The Dawn FC 11 B-63 29 Belvina W. Bertino What Christmas Means Christmas means so many things, Toys and trees and carol sings; Turkey, pie and sweets galore, Guests and relatives by the score.
23708 I Was Raised In A Barn FC 11 B-64 1 Mary Borm I Was Raised In A Barn A few years back I met a man, Who took me for a fall. This kind of guy wipes out your past, And then rewrites it all.
23709 I Was Raised In A Barn FC 11 B-64 3 Mary Borm Dress Code I don't read Cosmopolitan, Or any fashion book, I make my livin' on a ranch, I don't care how I look
23710 I Was Raised In A Barn FC 11 B-64 5 Mary Borm The Wind I awoke this morning, to the sound of the wind. I heard it whistle through the trees and listened as it pried with cold, relentless fingers, searching for a crack or loose board for easy entry.
23711 I Was Raised In A Barn FC 11 B-64 4 Mary Borm Wild Turkeys Turkeys remind me Of a man grown old, Their shoulders hunched against The cold.
23712 I Was Raised In A Barn FC 11 B-64 6 Mary Borm The Telephone You know, just five short years ago, My daughter was a child? Of course, I couldn't tell her that, She felt so free and wild.
23713 I Was Raised In A Barn FC 11 B-64 8 Mary Borm The Rear View Gals love to watch the cowboys, Walkin' up and down the street. But jeez, the way some choose to dress, Just has most cowgirls beat.