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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
24391 Faded jeans n' wore out boots FC 11 M-61 68 T. Matheny Old hammer Old hammer's gone to brushy hills, the wild bovine to battle, Hammer's gone to workin' now, bringin' in the bosses cattle.
24392 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 89 Audrey Hankins His Place or Mine The owner of this ranch never sees the backside, He seldom gets as far as the house. He has things to do and places to go-- Busy making his millions, no doubt.
24393 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 91 Sally Bates Generic Titles I've said it loud and said it long... There's no such thing as a cowgirl.
24394 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 92 June Brander Gilman Cowgirls of the '30s We sisters all loved the outdoor life And were always available for hire To ride the range in the mountainous terrain And keep the cattle pushed up higher.
24395 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 94 Sally Bates Dry Camps It's keen when you camp Where the water's clear And the grass is green 'Cause it's grown all year.
24396 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 96 Veronica Weal The Bay With The Star And A Snip When my life is a prospect to daunt me, And my courage is failing at last, When the bush is returning to haunt me, Then I summon the ghosts of the past.
24397 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 99 Echo Roy Shouldn't We Go To The House For A Horse? When it comes to the two-legged species of man and the variance in language that we speak, it's a wonder we ever get anything done or stay together for longer than a week.
24398 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 102 Myrt Wallis The Cook The boys down on the Boquillas Were getting kind of lean The cook was old and greasy And nearly always mean.
24399 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 105 Maggie Mae Sharp Hands Of Leather Oh, how I miss those hands of leather as they last stroked my fevered brow-- I remember strength and love and warmth Though they're just the sweetest memory now.
24400 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 108 Berta Hart Nance Cattle Other states were carved or born. Texas grew from hide and horn.
24401 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 109 Charlotte Thompson Mother To Mother She doesn't try to hide her misery; Her cries echo off of the hill.
24402 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 110 Mary Austin The Rhyme Of The Pronghorns This is the tale that the howlers tell At the end of the hunting weather, When the quick rain rills On the bare, burnt hills
24403 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 112 Linda M. Hasselstrom Coyote Song Looking twice and once again at shaking grass beside the road, I see a coyote find her shape in tawny bronze and black and buff.
24404 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 115 Marion Fitzgerald Among Udder Things His hairy hands he spat upon As he prepared to take the grip; I held my breath and flinched my flank As he clenched them on my tits.
24405 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 118 Jo Casteel Somethin' Strange My kids, half-growed and strappin', No longer on my knee. Well, maybe some--at least at times, 'Cuz one were eix and one were three.
24406 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 119 Audrey Hankins The Granny Cow We found her on Silver Mountain, In the oakbrush way up high. A freckled-faced old granny cow With murder in her eye.
24407 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 120 Katie Kidwell Four-Leaf Clover I have a little barnyard where grows theh four-leaf clover, and lucky are the animals who are the barnyard's mower.
24408 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 121 Dele Ball The Lone Post It might be a gatepost From a long-ago fence, Or a telephone pole, On this pasture immense.
24409 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 123 Terry Henderson Stinky Tenant I lived in a house a hundred years old on no foundation or blocks, no crawlway space for plumbing or heat. It perched on a few gatered rocks.
24410 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 124 Irene Rutherford McLeod Lone Dog I'm a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone; I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own
24411 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 125 Peggy Godfrey Hank Warner's Lucky Burro Happened back east in the Mohawk Valley Hank stopped for a bottle of pop Heard a fellow complaining about winning a burro His grousin' dragged on nonstop.
24412 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 127 Laurie Wagner Buyer Sammy Blue's Rabbit Chasing Days At dusk on a December day his high-pitched yelp splits the cold silence and the chase is on: one milk-white blur following the other over the snow.
24413 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 128 Sharlot Hall Smell Of Rain Smell of drought on every side: Every whirlwind flings aside Acrid, evil-smelling dust Like some burning mold or musk.
24414 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 130 B. Lynne McCarthy Another Drought Fear closes in, running headlong at my rimrock edge of sanity, a jaded horse that clatters across my soul, ribs heaving beneath a hide lathered white.
24415 Cowgirl Poetry: One Hundred Years of Ridin' and Rhymin' Virginia Bennett FC 11 B-69 132 The Bucking Bronco Belle Starr My love is a rider, wild horses he breaks But he promised to quit it and all for my sake. He ties up one foot and the saddle sets on, With a swing and a jump he is mounted and gone.