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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
25642 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 42 Robert L. Laumeyer Epilogue Making mistakes is so common That all people should be kind. The ones who admit their mistakes Are the ones I had in mind. (end)
25643 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 42 Robert L. Laumeyer Stand Tall When others say, they can recall That you were tall compared to them. Let it be, because you stood tall, Not that you cut down, other men. (end)\
25644 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 52 Bob Christensen Seemed Like a Good Idea At The Time When they poured me on that morning bus I put my troubles by. I found the bliss of an anguished soul when a man's allowed to die. My aching elbow now at rest, my swelled feet shed their boots. The Gathering's done, it's four a.m.,
25645 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 42 Robert L. Laumeyer Making Mistakes Much of my life I've gambled Cards and books, have been my toys. All my life I"ve played and written. Dreams and love have been my joys. Sincerity in my verse Is what I always sought.
25646 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 43 Robert L. Laumeyer Books and Poems Books are worlds Within themselves A universe can be held On wooden Shelves. Poems are music In the air The ageless dreams Of those who care.
25647 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 43 Robert L. Laumeyer Talent A talent in the body Is like a baby in the womb. For only pain and labor Will bring it forth to bloom. Art must be the master If the fruit's to be the best. For only in perfection Will the talent find a rest.
25648 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 56 Bob Christensen The Snowbirds They flock into the desert in R.V.'s trucks and busses; some in wheelchairs, some in shorts and even some in trusses. From east and north the outfits come from every frozen land, to sweat and swelter in the sun and frolic in the sand.
25649 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 44 Robert L. Laumeyer Epilogue The greater the talent The less it will accept Given the perfect talent Nothing would be kept. (end)
25650 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 44 Robert L. Laumeyer Potential The undeveloped potential Grows less valuable every day. The ability to make money Does not the grocery bill pay. (end)
25651 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 57 Bob Christensen Old and in the Desert When you're old and in the desert you haven't many needs. No lawn to mow, no corn to grow, no crabgrass, slugs or weeds. When you're old and in the desert you sit up at night and talk and then just when the sun comes up you take a four mile walk.
25652 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 44 Robert L. Laumeyer Immortality Whenever a poem I wrote is read, My thoughts live on So I'm not dead. The urge to create Is very strong, Be it a child Or be it a song. Some things must last of what we are made, So that of death We are less afriad
25653 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 59 Bob Christensen My Hat There's a bunch of little buckaroos that hang around our place a scarfin' up the cookies and on a constant chase. They bareback ride the sofa, they belly slide the stairs, they yell and hoop and holler, but no one really cares.
25654 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 45 Robert L. Laumeyer Transcend Time If after I am dead Some one reads my rhyme, Then if our thoughts agree We have transcended time.
25655 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 45 Robert L. Laumeyer Retirement I hear the call of freedom, And it's calling clear to me. "Be done with life as a wage slave Let retirement set you free." The only thing you really possess Is your mind and what you think.
25656 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 59 Bob Christensen Taking it With You He was well into the final bend of that long trail we call life and rested now upon the spread he'd built up with his wife. His wordly goods he firmly held, though he knew the end was near and reckoned that he'd cash his chips before another year.
25657 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 46 Robert L. Laumeyer Epilogue There's a time to start, and a time to quit. Who knows how much time should be between? Theres a time to work, and a time to play; And for the lucky ones, there's time to dream.
25658 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 46 Robert L. Laumeyer Dreams Our dreams go on forever Infinity is their domain. The pleasure that they give us Are, our life's greatest gain. Successes are so finite Ourl ife's so small a range. The pleasures of our dreams
25659 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 46 Robert L. Laumeyer Age The blacks and whites of youth Are blended into shades of gray For some we thought the best Have displayed but feet of clay. In youth, the white and black Seemed to stand out so bright;
25660 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 60 Bob Christensen The Naturalist This feller was a naturalist, we would watch him on TV. Each week he'd give a recipe on how to cook a tree; or how to make a grass souffle from clippings from the park. A casserole from leaves and twigs and soup from willow park.
25661 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 61 Bob Christensen The Farm Sale We was headed out to Reno on that trail that's known as Eighty when the radio anouncer gave the word. There was going to be a "farm sale" on some ranch they called the Mustang all the land, equipment, buildings and the herd.
25662 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 63 Bob Christensen Ode to Light Barley Somewhere there must be a valley, though I don't know the place or it's name, where all that they grow is light barley and wild oats as their claim to fame. Now I know a good many farmers who dairy and till with the plow;
25663 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 O-12 47 Robert L. Laumeyer Frustration A painter with arthritic hand sdreaming beautiful scenes. A poety with beautiful thoughts Without words to show what he means. A teacher with wisdom But no students to teach.
25664 Confessions of A Cowboy Poet FC 11 C-52 64 Bob Christensen The Extension "It really wasn't the best of years, nor were the two before. We thought we'd have 'er all paid off and will by next year sure! But we lost the engine on the Case and the hay got froze back twice and this check we just got for the calves is just too thin to slice.
25665 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 47 Robert L. Laumeyer Poet's Frustration He feels the world needs What he should create. But his lines seem weak Though is dreams seem great. He dreams of lfe's meaning He dreams of song and mirth. He writes the best he can
25666 The Song of the Hunter FC 11 L-40 48 Robert L. Laumeyer The Mother Lode I'm free, I'm free, I've found the mother lode. For thirty five years I've paid my dues. I have won the greatest prize of all. I can think and write whenever I chose. i wanted my being to be on my own and not be sold to any man.