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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
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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
25242 The Cowboy Way FC 11 L-38 31 Jim Liles The Mind Says Yes the Body Says No We were there behind the bucking shutes, where some jokes were being told. Some lies for sure, tales stretched out, about horses, bulls and rodeos. Came a blare from old Hadley Barrett, "clear the arena boys, let's go. We've got a rodeo to put on and the time is almost here".
25243 The Cowboy Way FC 11 L-38 33 Jim Liles Tornados My Name There's a chill on the morn, and a bit of frost, as I walk around planning my day. The first performance is still some time off, I'll soon be able to play. The pen here's a big one, much better than some, lots of room to spread out the hay.
25244 The Cowboy Way FC 11 L-38 35 Jim Liles Weekend Champ There ain't no big gold buckle, to show I was a hand. Just some little cheap ones, and a nice one now and then. We hit same old rodeos as John Ed, JC and Mahan. But couldn't always make the big ones top forty and last years champs.
25245 The Cowboy Way FC 11 L-38 36 Jim Liles See Ya In The Fall We started out at Denver, and Odessa worked right in. Didn't draw real good at either one, that white line fever's settin' in. Those winter rodeos pay a bunch, you can't afford to missm'. You gotta hitm' everyone
25246 The Cowboy Way FC 11 L-38 38 Jim Liles Riding for the Brand An old cowboy and a preacher met on the prairie one day, one ridin' a buckskin-- the other a bay. They squatted in the shade of a lone ceder tree, scratchin' the dirt, comtemplatin' you see. Comparing their lives, and the old cowboy spoke
25247 The Cowboy Way FC 11 L-38 39 Jim Liles Memories There comes a time, when cowboys pine, for the times, that used to be. The memories reflect, what they recall best, gold buckles, good times and tight jeans.
25248 The Cowboy Way FC 11 L-38 40 Jim Liles Boys and Bulls For those of you who have ever raised kids I am real sure you'll agree that the teen years can more than a little trying. By the time they're fifteen or so they are convinced that there ain't nothing that they can't rope, ride, brand, cut or otherwise abuse.
25249 The Cowboy Way FC 11 L-38 43 Jim Liles Old Friends I pulled up to the gate, and they waved me on through. With the stickers and such, they don't question who's who. It's been quite a while, since we been around, but not much has changed roperes abound.
25250 The Cowboy Way FC 11 L-38 44 Jim Liles Run Cowboys Run High ona mountain top Northern Idaho, there lived two brothers, retired from rodeo. They moved to the mountains to live amongst the bears. What they didn't realize was how friendly was those bears.
25251 The Cowboy Way FC 11 L-38 45 Jim Liles Close Your Eyes Ranch houses are built one room at a time. As the kids come along, you cut some more pine. They're not always planned with blueprints and such. They're more often built, from a sketch in the truck.
25252 The Cowboy Way FC 11 L-38 46 Jim Liles Finals Bound He was number three, in your program and number one, in your heart. He was tall, slender young feller, with a bit of a limp when he walked. It was finals time in Utah, the year had been long, and hard. The bulls had left him crippled, but the broncs, set him apart.
25253 Rhymes Along the Way FC 11 L-39 10 Robert L. Laumeyer Rhymes Along The Way My life was a short journey that covered a lot of time, a symphony with discords made bearable with some rhyme. Loaned me an exsistence, a loan in which I had no say. the results of my struggle are rhymes along the way.
25254 Rhymes Along the Way FC 11 L-39 10 Robert L. Laumeyer Epilogue Every talent we have is a debt made. If the work done is worthwhile, the debt's paid. We were granted free will to have our say. Learning this, I wrote rhymes along the way.
25255 Rhymes Along the Way FC 11 L-39 11 Robert L. Laumeyer Songs of Retirement The great stock options or the Holy Grail, in retirement appear pretty pale. There's no job to do and no chance to fail. You're no more master nor are you a slave. Your "work life" is dead
25256 Rhymes Along the Way FC 11 L-39 12 Robert L. Laumeyer The Long Trail How little I have learned in life's haphazardous drive. Now curiously I wonder could I a better map contrive? I don't know what trails I missed or what adventures they held. I know about the logs I cut but not the trees I left unfelled.
25257 Rhymes Along the Way FC 11 L-39 12 Robert L. Laumeyer The Ones Before The freshness of a rose in bloom is beautiful but gone too soon. It is like the loves of our past - thrilling, but some could not last.
25258 Rhymes Along the Way FC 11 L-39 13 Robert L. Laumeyer Time to Reflect Now pause and reflect at your will. Watch a rambunctious life grow still. Think and remember good times past. In retrospect, they went too fast.
25259 Rhymes Along the Way FC 11 L-39 13 Robert L. Laumeyer Bank of Time Time is your challenge. Time is your friend. Time is the deposit from which you spend. Interest may add. Life chips away. No deposit made can forever stay. Oh, spend it wisely. Spend it you must.
25260 Rhymes Along the Way FC 11 L-39 14 Robert L. Laumeyer My Old School How dark, black, and stark it stood on a windy, lonesome plain. Its roofing is all gone now. No sign of a window pane. The old horse barn, too, is gone. My memories still remain. I can still hear my playmates close my eyes and see them play.
25261 Rhymes Along the Way FC 11 L-39 15 Robert L. Laumeyer Epilogue Those young are old now and the old are dead. Some dreams must end and reality start. Again I had learned in my old school and old brain may forget, but not the heart!
25262 A-Movin' West FC 11 B-70 2 D.J Badger My Cowboy My cowboy never drank nor cussed Nor smoked them ol' ceegars, But he threw a loop and rode the herd And looked up at the stars. His artheteritic fingers Bent from pulling calves and such
25263 A-Movin' West FC 11 B-70 3 D.J Badger A-Movin' West The footlights dim midst thunderous roars And once again the sheriff wins, 'Cause that's the way it was a-movin' west. He brought them bandits to their knees And cured 'em all of mortal sins.
25264 A-Movin' West FC 11 B-70 3 D.J Badger My Celluloid Cowboy He kissed his horse and rode away With streams of sunlight 'round his head. A lonely figure of a man condemned to solitude forever By some forgotten scribe, who went
25265 A-Movin' West FC 11 B-70 4 D.J Badger Fancy Dan and His 44 Dan was young and handsome When he went into the store To buy hisself a target gun. He chose a forty four. He kept the gun a secret From his Dad and all his folks,
25266 A-Movin' West FC 11 B-70 7 D.J Badger The Last Part of Growing Up They sent him out alone that day to bring the herd on in. He took his slicker,, lunch, and rope and his old dog named Shin. The sound of hooves approaching, the creak of saddle leather, The silhouette on horseback came from out the misty weather.