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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.


Poetry table.

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IDBook TitleComposerIndexPagesAuthorPoem TitleFirst LinesKeywords
25567 Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili FC 11 K-34 71 E.J. Kirchoff Through the Transom We're settin' 'round the fire havin' et our evenin' chow. Rehashin' of the day's work with the talk of horse and cow. And in the talk, like fellers will, a lot of broncs are rode.
25568 Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili FC 11 K-34 74 E.J. Kirchoff The Runaway The talk in Wilbur's stable, as was often want to do, had turned to that of horses. Different ones that fellers knew. There'd been some bad old buckers that were rode in champion style. The telling, to the listeneres, sometimes brought a knowing smile.
25569 Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili FC 11 K-34 77 E.J. Kirchoff Pert "I knowed old Pert a number years. Although that weren't his name it's what folks always called him. And he answered to the same. He got it as a nickname. 'I'm right pert,' he'd always say if anyone in greeting asked, "Well, how are you today?'
25570 Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili FC 11 K-34 82 E.J. Kirchoff Nature Outing "One time," said Old Bill, "years ago I hire out to guide some gals that had the yen for what they called a nature ride. I furnished all the gear and grub. We're gone a couple weeks. And they sure got a kick from drinkin' water from the creeks.
25571 Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili FC 11 K-34 86 E.J. Kirchoff Nearly Throwed Old Bill said, "Years ago there was a horse of buckin' fame so good he's still considered as a kingpin of the game. Was mighty few top riders ever scratched this pony's hide.
25572 Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili FC 11 K-34 90 E.J. Kirchoff Felt Like it Again We're settin' round the fire. Work is finished for the day. Just smokin' and a-gabbin' some before we hit the hay. One feller said, "These hours are about to get down. I think when roundup's over that I'll get a job in town.
25573 Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili FC 11 K-34 93 E.J. Kirchoff Where He Lost Him We're up around the Darby Peaks for roundup in the fall. A-combin' every ridge and draw to gather of 'em all. One evenin' when we got to camp Bill's saddle horse is there.
25574 Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili FC 11 K-34 96 E.J. Kirchoff Lost in the Fog We're up aroun the Darby Peaks to gather cattle there. It's autumn and of mornings touch of frost is in the air. One morning fog was hangin' thick and heavy on the ground. Boss said, "It's far too thick for any cow now to be found.
25575 Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili FC 11 K-34 99 E.J. Kirchoff A Bucket Full This feller come to Wilbur. Said, "I'm looking for a cow. I'm wantin' one that's gentle. And one that is milkin' now." Well, Wilbur had a couple cows there in the stable yard. " I want an easy milkin' cow.
25576 Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili FC 11 K-34 103 E.J. Kirchoff The Rattlesnake and the Wagon "Rattlesnakes are somethin' I can do as well without. It ain't we're total strangers, 'cause I've met my share, no doubt. But there's no love lost between us. Not with rattlesnakes and me. And though some folks like to eat 'em, we just somehow don't agree.
25577 Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili FC 11 K-34 106 E.J. Kirchoff Not So Tough "This here feller hit the bar roomlike a cyclone through the door. 'Set me up a dozen whuskeys,' he said with a mighty roar. Slammed his fist down on the bar top. Heard it splinter with a crash. 'Everybody belly up,' he said,
25578 Bunchgrass, Sage and Alkili FC 11 K-34 111 E.J. Kirchoff Mr. Bally I had an outlaw pony many, many years ago. No one else could ever ride that bronc, you see. He was the meanest bucker ever run in off range. But his meanness didn't mean a thing to me.
25579 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 2 Bob Christensen The Space Shot Today they shot a rocket up, a long way into spacewith a very secret cargo in a special hiding place Congress asked, "What's in there?," Cabinet members shook their heads the Pentagon was sure now they could monitor the Reds.
25580 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 2 Bob Christensen Gobble, Gobble Hobble While visiting a rancher on a balmy afternoon we talked of cattle prices and what they'd be in June. We solved the country's problems, we'd said our final word when from the cool side of the bunkhouse there limped this giant bird.
25581 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 3 Bob Christensen The Bacholor Gal We'd been selling in Montana it was getting close to dark it was cattle feed we peddled to ranchers near the park.The day was cold and windy, the mercury it did drop the car began to sputter and then commenced to stop.
25582 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 5 Bob Christensen Rancher's Revenge We'd worked all day a branding calves and now we took a rest Bucked opened up a six-pack, took a smoke out of his vest we started in to contemplate the problems of the day some stretched out on feed sacks, some on a pile of hay
25583 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 7 Bob Christensen The Feed Order Hello? Yes sir we sell feed. Sure we'll make the kind you need. Can you give me a deion? Oh, you've got a Vet's preion. He wrote it when he made his rounds; You only need a thousand pounds?
25584 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 7 Bob Christensen The Vet You know I'll bet that there's a Vet a hanging uphis shingle like lawyer guys they multiplies, there's three work out of Dingle. Three numbers grow but damn, you know the cows keep getting fewer
25585 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 9 Bob Christensen Old Jupitor "Doc, you've got to come right out I need you on the spot. It's Old Jupitor, there's something wrong, he's the best bull that I've got. I went clear to Montana, I paid a hellish price his blood line's just the best there is, he's been Grand Champion twice
25586 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 10 Bob Christensen The Square Dance They took me to a square dance, I didn't want to goI didn't know the difference twixt ala mand and dos-a-dos but worst off there'd be ladies there and some real purty too
25587 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 12 Bob Christensen Tree of Utah I hope that I shall never see another giant cement tree with giant balls of red and green a fouling up some desert scene a tree for Utah some might plead, to me it looks more like a weed
25588 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 12 Bob Christensen Salesman's Relief For half my life I've traveled, I've ridden for the brand it's cattle feed I've peddled through most this western land when I was a beginner, I used ti keep a book, on coffee shops with waitresses that had that certain look
25589 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 15 Bob Christensen The Pickup Sir, you really or in luck, yes I might just sell this truck I'd most as soon though sell my wife, I've driv' her nearly all my life you can tell she's had good care; ah rust can come from anywhere hey don't kick the tire like that; now you've gone and made it flat.
25590 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 16 Bob Christensen Pardners Two buckaroos, real pardners true, were rounding up some strays. They rode through a pine to timberline, they'd been out several days. They were bedded down and sleeping sound when in the middle of a dream.
25591 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 17 Bob Christensen The Helpmate "I've always stood right by his side," the ranchers good wife said "Through thick and thin, good times and bad what's got into his head? When locust came and ate the crops I didn't run away; I stayed with him and fought the pests