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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
24341 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 44 Sharlot Hall Wild Morning Glories Once in a wind-swept, sunburned land Where long, rought hills come crawling down, Crowding the little valley hard With buttes like paws, rock-clawed and brown
24342 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 45 Linda Hussa His Cowgirl Rides The Copper Horse Horse heads hung sleepy over stall doors in the narrow alley of the barn, she perched on the horseshoe keg, he leaned on the anvil, while they talked
24343 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 46 Sally Bates I Never Wanted To "Mother Up" When you pen the cows and babies After movin' several miles Sometimes the two will separate An' stay that way a while.
24344 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 48 Jody Strand The Hired Man My son came home from school one day and he had a big, black eye. I asked him how he got it and this was his reply.
24345 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 50 Georgie Sicking Be Yourself When I was young and foolish the women said to me, "Take off those spurs and comb your hair, if a lady you will be.
24346 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 52 Lyn DeNaeyer The Overseer (in memory of Dad) Seems a natural fact that spring is mostly wind here 'bouts. Comes howlin' 'round the meadow and scampers up the draw
24347 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 55 Barbara Bockelman The Cowtank When we thought No one was around, We girls sought The cowtank By the pens Near the road On a summer afternoon.
24348 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 57 Pat Frolander Independence Cookie jar empty Cowboy hat gone Small boy bootprints lead toward the barn.
24349 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 58 Deanna Dickinson McCall Hot Iron Ropes and wood fire, seemingly total chaos abounds Amid choking dust and deafening bawls The call of "HOT IRON" clearly sounds.
24350 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 60 Dee Strickland Johnson Fredonia I saddle up one afternoon and happily I hum the tune of some old plaintive cowboy song. As if to say I'd got it wrong,
24351 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 62 Elizabeth Ebert She Loved Her Horses She loved her horses. From the time She learned to walk, she never did If she could ride there on a horse. She was a coltish sort of kid With long slim legs and wind-tossed mane
24352 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 65 Laurie Wagner Buyer For Brandy At Age Twenty-One Over the hill as horses go, but still coltish, spooked by any movement of breeze-blown brush or flushed bird, your red hide shines with excited sweat
24353 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 66 Linda Bark'karie Ridin' Keep a leg on each side and your mind in the middle, sit up straight and try not to fiddle.
24354 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 67 "Australie" (Mrs. Heron) The Muster Come, mount ye your horses, away let us ride, For we've many a mile ere the eventide;
24355 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 68 Virginia Bennett El Fuego De Sonora Each night he comes to the ridgetop Overlooking the rancho below. Sparks fly from his hooves, dark and flashing And lightning reflects in the blaze of his coat.
24356 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 70 Veronica Weal An Owner's Lament So you're going to buy a horse, my friend, and fill your life with bliss, And you picture happy days astride when nothing goes amiss.
24357 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 73 Myrt Wallis Little Horse Little horse So brave and true I have become a part of you.
24358 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 74 Kay Kelley To Foxy Sweet mare, if all I did was watch As you run and buck and play, Marvel at your thund'ring power When you charge and whirl away
24359 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 76 Georgie Sicking The Greatest Sport An old Nevada mustang as wild as she could be... I'll tell you all for sure, She made a gambler out of me.
24360 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 78 Marion Fitzgerald Country Girls Country girls, untamed curls, Curls embracing the breeze, Tangling manes in tuggin reins, Frolicking as they please.
24361 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 79 Debra Coppinger Hill Listen When the horses talk to me, They tell me many things, Whats and hows of yesterday, Why the nighthawk sings.
24362 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 81 Helen B. Odom Post Script: Texa Wimmin I plumb fergot ter say-- "WIMMEN is WIMMEN," tew, That allus does ac-com-plish Whatever thay tries ter do.
24363 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 82 Mary Hannay Foote Where The Pelican Builds The horses were ready, the rails were down, But the riders lingered still-- One had a parting word to say, And one had his pipe to fill.
24364 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 83 Lisa Quinlan A Little Red Self-Propelled Baler Four o'clock summer mornings When the dew was just right For making sweet, green hay, I could hear my dad Softly wake my brothers, And I wished it was for me, too.
24365 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 86 Carole Jarvis Round-Up Hand It's still dark at five a.m. in mid-October, And so cold it makes my toes and fingers ache. The horses are all saddled and they're ready, We'll be ridin' after cows by daybreak.