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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
25617 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 38 Bob Christensen Picture This Ma opened up the mail sack then gave a shout of glee. "It's a letter from my brother, he's going to visit me." Now folks that are unwelcome quite often come from town Like the fellers from the BLM to cut our units down.
25618 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 41 Bob Christensen The Challenge I've brought bad news to widows. I've put a horse to sleep. I've ridden drag in August and I've rode to town with sheep. I've cleaned up after bar fights, preg checked without a glove. I've climbed down in a loading chute to give a cow a shove.
25619 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 32 Robert L. Laumeyer Myself at 51 Neigher old nor young It's a good age to be. From the passions of my youth I am now almost free. Now I can sit and think Many good times to recall. Life's been pretty good to me Somehow I lived it all.
25620 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 32 Robert L. Laumeyer Myself at 51 Epilogue I Some of the past I would undo! Life's much easier When it's not so new. (end)
25621 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 42 Bob Christensen Next Year I know you feel discouraged and perhaps you have the right; 'cause you weren't in the saddle when they crowned the queen that night; and you're laying there a thinkin' how your whole worlds fell apart and how all your expectations never really got a start.
25622 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 33 Robert L. Laumeyer Epilogue II I review with compassion And will not be surpirsed; If sometime in the future These days too, I would revise. (end)
25623 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 33 Robert L. Laumeyer Together Love, long together For your mistakes atone; For man was never Meant to liv elife alone. Live, long together And mistakes forgive, For loving together Is man's best way to live.
25624 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 44 Bob Christensen The Fox Hunt Top hand on his daddy's ranch, cilver buckles he had four; from roping calves and riding broncs but then 'long came the war. He saddled up and rode to town to tell them he would go; then stayed in for the week end, had a few wild oats to sew.
25625 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 33 Robert L. Laumeyer Romance Books romance books are best To tell the reality of man; For dreams are his essence Though they may not be his plan. (end)
25626 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 34 Robert L. Laumeyer Old Faithful at 4 AM White steam on a velvet sky While the golden stars shine, I am there in the cool night With the geysers, and endless time. The night's silence was broken With a grumble and a roar.
25627 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 45 Bob Christensen So You're Movin' In So you've moved out to the country and left the city lights and the hustle and the bustle for the quiet summer nights. Well Pilgrim, you're plumb welcome to help our country grow
25628 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 35 Robert L. Laumeyer Home Boulder, Montana It's a garden wtih weeds. It's next year's wood piled high. It's stacks of books, yet to read. It's good things done, and tasks to try. It is full of mistakes made. Surrounded by right things done. its core is three grown daughters;
25629 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 47 Bob Christensen A Real Good Year Twas at the cattlemen's convention in December of eight-eight I hadn't seen him for a spell, says I, "You're looking great." says he, "I'm feelin' awful good, we've had a real good year"
25630 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 Robert L. Laumeyer Contentment Curls of smoke form a pipe. A large desk on which to write. Stacks of books, yet to read. Food and love, to meet the need. (end)
25631 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 36 Robert L. Laumeyer Success The easy wins are fun Like finding gold in a stream; But the hard rock miner knows What earned success can mean. The greater our effort Than the greater our thrill; When we stand on the top
25632 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 47 Bob Christensen Bad Habits They said give up tobacco, it isn't good for you; not tailor-mades nor roll your own's or even as a chew. And you ought to quit your drinking, the whiskey, wine and beer and be a sober citizen for all see and hear.
25633 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 36 Robert L. Laumeyer The Search for Success Some search for fame While others seek wealth; But the wiseset, Strive to know them self. (end)
25634 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 37 Robert L. Laumeyer Wisdom Long have I searched for beauty, For the inner being the mind. I'd seen fleeting bits of wisdom. I knew that's what I had to find. One major component, knowledge Does so abundantly abound, I was sure that if I looked
25635 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 38 Robert L. Laumeyer A Better World Let us make peace and love, The reality that will last. While prejudice and greed Become ghosts of the past. Let us leave a better world Than the one to which we came. Bury the old grudges And start a brand new game.
25636 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 40 Robert L. Laumeyer The Equality of Man Of the great minds of the past, We have learned not to depend. There isn't any common reason, Or any agreement about our end. Intuitively we live, Impusle not reason the rule. Painfully, or quickly we die,
25637 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 40 Robert L. Laumeyer The Measure of a Man If a man is his own strength He becomes less as he grows old. If a man is his worldly wealth He fluctuates like the price of gold. If a man is what ohters believe When they think ill, then he will grieve.
25638 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 48 Bob Christensen The Chameleon He has a fair sized feed lot and he runs a few on grass; two hundred pair on forest on the far side of the pass. The man is plumb successful, cast from the Midas mold. Any critter that he's branded for him will turn to gold.
25639 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 41 Robert L. Laumeyer The Song of an Old Sinner Making mistakes has been easy For I can't tell the wrong from the right. I have loved the warm summer days But I have enjoyed myself most at night. I have drunk too much, I have played too hard. I have earned my keep, on the play of a card. I didn't study much, I wasted time school
25640 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 49 Bob Christensen The Favor I first met him in a feed store, we kind of hit it off. He was bent and kind of weathered and had a nagging cough. He seemed to look right through you, he had that kind of stare. His hands were gnarled and twisted like he'd shook hands with a bear.
25641 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 41 Robert L. Laumeyer The Rounder's Prayer Making mistakes breeds forgiveness, And sinners are often more kind Than those that live by righteousness, And a hell of a lot easier to find. So when I fold my final hand I hope that the pious refrain, And that my judges areThe ones who have played the game.