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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.

First Previous Next Last
IDBook TitleComposerIndexPagesAuthorPoem TitleFirst LinesKeywords
25492 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 Robert L. Laumeyer Employment A plan to always have a job, Is very easily made. Just be sure you are worth more, Than you expect to be paid. (end)
25493 Trail Dust FC 11 K-32 24 E.J. Kirchoff Ranching by Computer "Was readin' just the other day what this professor had to say, some highly educated bloke," said Smokey Jones. Then rolled a smoke. "This feller said, ' The ranchin' game has gotta change. Can't stay the same.
25494 Trail Dust FC 11 K-32 28 E.J. Kirchoff A Real Cowboy There sure is lots of difference in the way a cowboy looks. Ain't all build like the hero you will find in story books. There's some that's tall and skinny. Others that are short and fat. And some you'll find there is don't even wear a cowboy hat.
25495 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 16 Robert L. Laumeyer Our Inheritance In the woods a pine droped a cone. A seedling started, the perfect clone. The wind blew and bent the stem. A deer ate the top, a new top began. Rains came, and hte seedling grew. Te cold came and the winds blew.
25496 Trail Dust FC 11 K-32 29 E.J. Kirchoff Something Comes To Mind "This old boy was a neighbor back when I'm a kid at home. His hair was white around the edge, but missing his dome. "Tho' toothless he could eat a steak as good as me or you. And like Old Bill, he kept a plug of Climax he'd chew.
25497 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 17 Robert L. Laumeyer Tolerance What a modern man can learn From a study of the past, Is the abillity to adapt Is what makes a species last. When he looks to the future It should not seem at all strange;
25498 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 17 Intolerance Intolerance I have a right to be wrong, And it is a right I give to you; As long as the mistakes you make Are the things, that I would do. (end)
25499 Trail Dust FC 11 K-32 33 E.J. Kirchoff Either Way Old Bill said, "I've been thinkin' back. When I weren't very tall the Indian Reservation where we lived sure wasn't small. "Most of the kids I played with had a skin of copper hue. Them neighbors was as good as any that I ever knew.
25500 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 18 Robert L. Laumeyer Let Me Hear You Speak Oh, my friend, of so long ago, Again, I wish to hear you speak. I want to know, i fyou now know What in life, you helped me seek. Was there a maker, who knew you? Did he care what you had wrought?
25501 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 18 Robert L. Laumeyer The Pedagogue's Mysteries The Pedagogue cannot teach, That, which he does not know. How a child is created Or why a tomato will grow. He can read all the records The empirical data is plain. But the how and why of life
25502 Trail Dust FC 11 K-32 35 E.J. Kirchoff Stolen Winks I've sometimes spread my soogans on some ground almighty hard. Have slept in sheets of linen that were white and smooth as lard. I've bedded down on feathers. And I've bedded down on straw. Been canvas tarp protected when the night was wet and raw.
25503 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 19 Robert L. Laumeyer The Teacher's Creed From lemon trees I shall pick no pears. From barley seed No corn will I grow. Let me teach the child And the parents I shall know. I can but harvest What the parents seed.
25504 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 19 Robert L. Laumeyer The Teacher's Promise A good harvester Will get the grain clean; And I will slavage All that I can glean. (end)
25505 Trail Dust FC 11 K-32 36 E.J. Kirchoff Horses The talk in Wilbur's stable, as was often want to do, had turned to that of horses. Different ones that fellers knew. Old Smokey had a cuttin' horse of which he sure was proud. Another, of his rope horse, started boastin' long and loud.
25506 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 19 Robert L. Laumeyer Thought A thought has its own merit, Regardless of its source. Its truth will not vary, Be the thinker fine or coarse. (end)
25507 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 20 Robert L. Laumeyer Gems Gem pearls are found in oysters. Pure gold in worthless quartz. The elite display them both, In rich and famous resorts. Many copies of the real Have been made man. The common eye can't tell, But a trained jeweler can.
25508 Trail Dust FC 11 K-32 39 E.J. Kirchoff Proven Wrong "A feller in his lifetime," Smokey Jones said, "makes the claim of things he says he'll never do. But does 'em just the same. I one time said a white horse was the kind I'd never buy. And yet, I bought a white horse was the apple of my eye.
25509 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 20 Robert L. Laumeyer vice and Virtue OUr vices and our virtues May be forged from a common ore. One we do the right amount The other we do a little more. (end)
25510 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 21 Robert L. Laumeyer Equality All men are created equal, Is a statement often denied. Some felt that they were superior, Becaues to understand they tried. THey had asked lots of questions, About the purpose of their life.
25511 Trail Dust FC 11 K-32 41 E.J. Kirchoff No Tenderfoot This feller sure don't look like any cowboy, none at all. He's weigh around three hundred so you couldn't say he's small. He's big of girth and has a paunch extendin' pretty far. He's workin' in a tavern at the job of tendin' bar.
25512 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 21 Robert L. Laumeyer The Cradle Maker I work with love, on what I make. In this bed, new life will sleep and wake. When I'm where, no harm can reak my sleep, New life, in this bed will laugh and weep (end)
25513 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 22 Robert L. Laumeyer A New Year's Toast The past is ours. We have it yet. It will be ours, Till we forget. The coming year We're cheering on; Will not be ours, Until it's gone.
25514 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 22 Robert L. Laumeyer A New Year's Wish This is the New Year's wish I"m sending out to you. Find some satisfaction In every thing you do. May you always be yourself And be proud of who you are. May your work and your courage iIn this year carry you far..
25515 Trail Dust FC 11 K-32 45 E.J. Kirchoff Little Buckaroo Your eyes are gettin' sleepy. And you're lookin' tuckered out, That you've had a busy day there sure ain't any room for doubt. You were out a-wranglin' horse soon as you rolled out of bed. "Gotta feed the horse I'm ridin' 'fore I feed myself," you said.
25516 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 23 Robert L. Laumeyer Thoughts I have a private garden Where no one may go but me. ere I find the space to grow Anything that pleases me. I do not weed this garden. It is not a place of show. When an idea comes to me, I plant it, and let it grow