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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
Linear Feet:20


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
25912 Diary of a Cow Camp Cook:Or Buckaroos Around a Campfire Beats a Full House FC 11 H-55 43 Linda Vinson Hussa May 23 The camera crew follows us through breakfast with lights cutting the dull pre-dawn. Snow flakes blow like b.b.'s against our faces. As the riders saddle up, the wind whips wild rags and horses hump up and threaten to blow. Channel 3, tevevision camera, visitors
25913 Diary of a Cow Camp Cook:Or Buckaroos Around a Campfire Beats a Full House FC 11 H-55 46 Linda Vinson Hussa May 24 Today we rest the cattle at Willow Springs. They also rest their saddles. Early risers are topside by 6:00, and the rest soon follow and have a leisurely breakfast of french toast, bacon and eggs. rest, relax, camp
25914 Diary of a Cow Camp Cook:Or Buckaroos Around a Campfire Beats a Full House FC 11 H-55 48 Linda Vinson Hussa May 25 Harris finds the bog and he isn't the only one. Short cuts aren't so short across firm looking ground that gives way like a trap door. The real danger is that the rider can be thrown over the horse's head and become a stepping stone for the horse. Stone Corrals, mud-beauty treatment, BLM
25915 Diary of a Cow Camp Cook:Or Buckaroos Around a Campfire Beats a Full House FC 11 H-55 54 Linda Vinson Hussa May 26 The last day. We leave for our final destination, the Marr Ranch. The buckaroos and the hardiest of the guest riders rattle out early and have the trail end leaving the field before sunup. happy trails, packing up, Calico Mountains
25917 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 3 Linda Hussa Put On Your Face The desert puts on its face in Spring when tidings of rain scatter rabbitears, Indian paintbrush, lupine, wild peach, smile, desert, seasons
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25919 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 4 Linda Hussa The Apple Tree I ask Mother again and again the moon, the dady of the week of my birth. She says there is another memory stronger than the one of birth. memories,cancer, childhood connection
25921 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 1 Linda Hussa Tokens in an Indian Graveyard Outside the post office Wanda Dunn asks, "Who owns that old cemetery land up Deep Creek?" Her dark hands work letters and junk mail into a roll. cemetery, buried, land, Deep Creek
25922 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 2 Linda Hussa The Place Wanda Thinks About The Groundhog Eaters came out of the Nevada wind chalked with alkali to camp by this creek, to rest in the shaded grass, to bathe in water plucking music from the current. camp, mountain, peaceful place, Desert
25923 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 3 Linda Hussa Wild Plum Seedling Small round hands work up throught tangled grass to touch the word Sun. tangled grass, touch, Sun, round hands
25924 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 4 Linda Hussa Right There! At the old-folks home Nellie Townsend rolls her wheel chair toward me. One leg under a colorful afghan, the other-missing. She stops the wheel against my foot. A hawk's steady eyes behind thick glasses. Nellie Townsend, wheelchair, Patsy, The Stinkbug song, Isabel Kelly, antelope
25925 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 10 Linda Hussa At The Beginning First People prepared to plant the earth with trees. The tedious work sorting the seeds was nearly finished when Coyote came trotting up. Coyote said "I came to help." juniper berries. trees, seed
25926 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 12 Linda Hussa In the Desert Grove In carvings on the bark in shaded groves figures like pollywogs swimming signal a water source a map to desert springs. Michelle Michel, pollywogs, water source, map
25927 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 13 Linda Hussa Woman's Place A Paiute woman sat here where cattails of worn brown velvet spawn in the steamy air to grind pine nuts gathered with the mountain's blessing in this lava bowl body, shape, flakes, sand
25928 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 15 Linda Hussa The Racetrack From the air a long oval can be seen cut through brush by unshod hooves on the flat hip of the hill. Those who came before built lodges and when they got horses they gathered before winter hearts, eagle, mesa
25929 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 16 Linda Hussa Native Myth The Serpent lived in this valley. He carved a through along the hills with his long tail dropping acid spore where vents spew steam. When Lake Surprise drained down a secret path he followed it to Pyramid Lake Rain, stones, gravel bar
25930 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 17 Linda Hussa The Path In the core of each cell patterned into man's being does he recall the path he walked with all the beasts of earth and water and sky? And then, as intellect withered elsewhere and bloomed in him paint, freedom, horse
25931 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 19 Linda Hussa Mammoth Hunters In a canyon not far from where we stand a petroglyph scratched into rock a mammoth-shock swimming in his eyes, the blow of a spear driven deep through his ribs impaling his frightened heart stalked, spear, frighten
25932 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 33 Linda Hussa Hourse Cats Spit soiled thread clumsy knots a sorry copy of the teacher's example you sewed buttons in the upstairs barracks and where was your mind? Older boys worked in the shop's dark file The Fort Bidwell Indian School, Paiute boys, winter ice
25933 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 34 Linda Hussa Redeye Wagons groan up hill to the Lake City Flouring Mill. Horses blow and steam. Sweat splashes down. The creek's meager summer flow lifts the pelton wheel driving the grinders to make flour. flour, wheat, Paiute Kids
25934 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 35 Linda Hussa A Man Old Enough to Remeber the Mahalas In his small kitchen, wood chips and a hatchet, ketchup and saltines on the table he rests his old fist on a week of not shaving. We had that 'dobe land around our place and it growed Indian roots Wagon, camp, basket, buckskin, epos, dance
25935 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 37 Linda Hussa Woman Talk "Grandmother said Paiute women wore a leather pouch on a neck string. They kept sand in it and when drunk cowboys came riding into camp they'd pack theirselves with sand sand, camp, raped
25936 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 38 Linda Hussa Homage In gentle light like this, the uncut meadow meets me at the gate in a high uneven beauty. I begin cutting hay. On a mid-morning round a bird's nest rests on top the windrow as if set down by a breeze. eggshell, weaving, quail, cupped hands
25937 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 40 Linda Hussa Julia DeGarmo Stands looking at my Bronco, the rope cinched dwon, trying the hood shut. "Why are you doing that?" By now we are both chuckling. I tell her the hinge broke and the hood flew open. Indian car, wind, canyon, white people
25938 Tokens in an Indian Graveyard FC 11 H-57 41 Linda Hussa Clarence DeGarmo Steps in front of my Bronco As I turn the corner beside the Lowell Store. "Want to buy a reeeel gen-u-ine Indian artifact?" In a small box, three arrowheads chipped from dark blue glass. ExLax, death, dollar