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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
26218 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 92 Linda Hussa Give Us Rain! Don't we wait for rain in this dry country licking down sweet wild kisses, pretending it's not our heart's desire? Rain, eye, deeper
26219 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 94 Linda Hussa Dat So La Lee Washoe master basket maker stepping through a willow patch long stems comb the sky slender, she knows, reed
26220 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 95 Linda Hussa How Tom Became A Cowboy He looked at me decided to tell the truth not that old story he pretended was true. I, toliet, uncle, aunt, dog
26221 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 96 Linda Hussa Inside Straight He loved her long horse face and eyes cocked bright and waxen. her mouth fell open to bray out joy her, enough, her long
26222 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 98 Linda Hussa Uncle Ben On The Bench Every afternoon, they say trembling with disease, cane trapping, whispering against his rough jeans a code, afternoon, they say, bench, horses
26223 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 99 Linda Hussa A Rancher We lost the ranch in the 30's. We were flat broke. I ran a trap line for cash. Sold my hides in Gerlach. ranch, cash, Gerlach, check, broke
26224 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 100 Linda Hussa Ride The Silence This land asks for quiet passion. The surface still, beneath a thunderous shake of underground rivers grinding through bed rock of the earth's own form. earth, land, storm, passion,
26225 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 101 Linda Hussa The Man Shoeing A Horse And His Little Girl He whirled those blue eyes on me flat blue eyes bottomless eyes where the pupil had shrunk up so he was only seeing through that pinhole blue eyes, past, pupil
26226 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 102 Linda Hussa In The Yellow Hills Horned road hiding beneath a swag of dusty sage. Your eyes of mirror say you're not there at all. Armor plated softly, the prickles on your skin eyes, skin, change, armored shell
26227 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 103 Linda Hussa Fate's Girl Somewhere between the cuff and the hem of life's dark coat there lived a man. Not a man who - as example - your father comes to mind but a father all true of a girl slight and plain to see. man, fate, the girl
26228 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 108 Linda Hussa On The Waiting Land There is a desert it is mine and it is yours badger quiet lives there rent free raven sun comes nearly every day and if it doesn't desert, badger, sun, snow, sage
26229 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 111 Linda Hussa Desert Crossing Willows follow the river's twist up the valley. Horse trails blown on south winds brush the sky toward the finish line. desert, earth, cars,
26230 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 112 Linda Hussa Did You Forget The sky was startling clear. Only a few stars bright with heat cooled long before we held hands here, before there was such a thing as love. sky, stars, night
26231 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 113 Linda Hussa Great Basin In this space - this open-ness where light feels its way along the hills close there is room for knowing open-ness, hills, silence, uncivilized, earth
26232 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 114 Linda Hussa This Land Is Mine But This Land Is Not Mine Own the land. Walk the boundary. Stack stones. Stake it out. Mine - the footprints speak. Mine. mine, land, skin, blood
26233 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 116 Linda Hussa Crane A thing of flight standing in the reeds touches my heart. flight, leg
26234 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 119 Linda Hussa Under The Hunter Moon I slip the rifle sling over my shoulder and step into the silence of dawn Geese move through the darkened sky toward the pond Wings cut the quiet geese, dawn, sheep, lamb,
26235 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 123 Linda Hussa Homesteaders, Poor And Dry The world was bone dry. I don't know why God would do such a thing. The field was bare as the floor and the springs nothin' - nothin'. dry, papa, old mule, well
26236 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 128 Linda Hussa I Fix The Fence - The Fence Fixes Me The fence I patched ran away rolled a week ahead. Ahead. My horse along for company, we sang my horse and me horse, fence, wire, blue
26237 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 130 Linda Hussa The Blue Filly She is just three. Weaned again. First time from her mother small blue head in the flank of a still heart. blue, mare
26238 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 131 Linda Hussa Dear Child We gathered the desert in June to brand calves born since turn-out as moved them up the mountain with the feed. June is hot. Days are long. calves, brand, Katie, dear child, thirsty
26239 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 133 Linda Hussa Love Letters Wow! was written in the dust on the bedside table. The dawn and I blushed together as your spurs chinged around the kitchen as you started the fire. wow, written
26240 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 136 Linda Hussa The Widow Olson So we pass this neat little ranch on the edge of Catlow Valley. A perfect community of outbuildings held apart by government issue populars and cottonwoods. widow, ranch, miles
26241 Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields FC 11 H-56 139 Linda Hussa Nevada This Nevada land is nothing - barren nothingness of desert only colors first and last. This raised lava flow fierce, ripped, writhing in place dusted with millions of years Nevada, nothing, desert, hills, raven
26242 Reflections of the West: Cowboy painters and poets C.J. Hadley FC 11 H-59 8 Bruce Kiskaddon Rhymes of the Ranges These are just a few rhymes of old friends and old times, and I hope before I am through- just once in a while they will bring a broad smile, 1878, 1950, buckaroo, cattle, saddle, worked