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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
27436 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 13 DW Groethe Words I love you. Words. Like trinkets, won at the county fair, soon tossed and lost in the back of a drawer full of scattered memories occasionally rifled through
27437 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 14 DW Groethe When The Waltz Lilts When the waltz lilts it lifts the heart above the drudge of the day and hands it deftly to the keeper of dreams. So it seems. So, it waltz.
27438 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 15 DW Groethe A Moment at the Fair She moves like liquid grace. Every step smooth as silk sailing on the mere breath of a breeze...not an ounce of posturing, she's amber in motion, mellifluous warm,
27439 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 16 DW Groethe Morning Coffee Four thirty and twilight, peeping the horizon, begins lapping up the dregs of night shadow, still furtively lingering in the low reaches..but not for long.
27440 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 17 DW Groethe Motes Motes, in the sunstream, drifting, lolling twirling on unseen currents of random movements and restless thoughts. Motes, becoming dust, swept up and tossed off my porch, on and into silent beds of iris,
27441 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 18 DW Groethe The Fledgling Tentatively, at safety's edge, from deep within its ashen keep, the fledgling seeks an ancient pledge.. you cannot fly if you dare not leap.
27442 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 19 DW Groethe I Dreamt of Hawks I dreamt of hawks. Three on the breeze before me and one quietly brooding in the shadows of a long tree at the far end of the glen. One pair mottled dark, settled on fence posts nearby left, a third,
27443 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 20 DW Groethe Will-o-the-Wisp Fey in the night busy working a wedge, fussing their visions through rush and sedge. Ancient desires on a distant edge, beckoning will-o-the-wisp. Rising o'er fen in the evening haze, raising its head in a fireblue gaze.
27445 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 22 DW Groethe Pan's Respite (a moment of solace) shhh sighed the rain, stippling stone and leaf litter. shhhh comes the call, on a breeze light as breath. shhhh he sleeps. he sleeps...drowse as ye may. shhhh
27451 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 27 DW Groethe Killin' the Wind Up to here with its ceaseless scream, he calmly climbed out his bunk, loaded his pistol and strolled thru the door. Glacing up at the roiling skies he commenced shooting, willy-nilly, into the belly of the heavens.
27447 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 23 DW Groethe The Ritual Early. Out on the porch, his thumb and forefinger gently curled the can and tapped it curtly against the heel of his left hand. Twisting the lid, counter clockwise, (always counter clockwise) he pinched the ffirst drip of the day
27448 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 24 DW Groethe Windbreak Nails Might be, it's the wind works them out. Might be, the constant jostling of anxious cattle battering the weathered planks, pries and plucks them from their chores. Then again, after decades of overtime drudgery.. might be it's time for a break
27449 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 25 DW Groethe Frustration To the west, rain brooms, blue, in a butte~sweeping frenzy, settle dust and drown hopes of ever getting this damn hay put up.
27450 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 26 DW Groethe On a Wheatfield in July Sad. Like an old circus poster left hanging in the wind. Frayed and forlorn. A mere dust-muted hint of glory missed...Hope, here, is doled out in tenths of an inch.
27452 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 28 DW Groethe Bunch Quitter There's always one. can't take the wire I guess. Always, pushin' out and away. Cuss 'em in, it won't matter. turn your back..they're gone. somedays, sometimes, I get to watchin' the wire myself..wondrin'
27453 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 29 DW Groethe September gathering her greens. Sparsing out yellows and reds from her bag of tricks as a reminder the long, cold sleep is coming, coming, coming and you'd best be gathering greens of your own.
27454 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 30 DW Groethe Tired Of being on the edge of not quite there he hung up his rope for good, or ill, it did not matter for, once the winds blowed out, the empty of it all will kill you if you don't move on. That much he knew.
27457 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 31 DW Groethe Burnt Dust Burnt dust. First real sign fall's here. Softly acrid, always arriving early, before sunrise, when the furnace phumps in, grudgingly annoucing, summer's turned south. time to open trunks and air out quilts.
27458 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 32 DW Groethe My Grandfather's Heart There are days when my grandfather sneaks up behind me and breathes life into the failing memory of his spirit. A mingling of worked earth and new mowed hay that wakes his heart in mine and leaves me grinning, knowing, I'll probably go just like him.. content, fulfilled, willing and waiting for the harvest.
27459 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 33 DW Groethe Autumn The barrel, a thirty ought six, rests lightly on the branch, patiently waiting the doe. The branch, uncaring, pays no mind, as it currently has nothing better to do. Done with a season's budding and blooming, flowering to fruiting, it is time to let leaves slips.
27460 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 34 DW Groethe Ingvar Ingvar Christian Bolstad Grothe, bachelor, brother and best friend of my father,left little behind, the homestead farm, tractor, grain truck, plows seeders, along with your basic household of table, chairs, bed and dresser
27461 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 35 DW Groethe October Revel or rail. I am the herald of harvest done. September insinuates. I demand. Listen.. You are like leaves, riding my wings, only to land and scurry in stubble.
27462 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 36 DW Groethe November 24 Clouds. Sylphlike, lean wings seducing the moonhaze, from heaven's edge to snowcrust..quiet sleeps the wind in the passing sight, as the Lord of autumn fulfills his right to bring the slumber of winter's night.
27463 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 37 DW Groethe The Moon is Falling Walking one late night, November. An indigo sky so deep it defies the heart. Mid a litter of starspeck a slip of s sickle casts its pale offering.. enough..just enough to catchlight the frost drifting off the boughs of an old cedar.
27464 Prairie Song A Meander Of Memory FC 11 G-44 38 DW Groethe Skoal Standing off my porch, surrounded by the season's first blizzard, I raise my goblet. A scarlet heart of chokecherry wine, capturing a few wayward flakes, lost in their fury. Snow wine.