Crossing the Divide (James W Foley Poems)
Parson, I'm a maverick, just runnin' loose an' grazin',Eatin' where's th' greenest grass an' drinkin' where I choose;Had to rustle ...
Parson, I'm a maverick, just runnin' loose an' grazin',Eatin' where's th' greenest grass an' drinkin' where I choose;Had to rustle ...
Chinook, you're free: there's plenty pasture there:Your gallant years have earned you more ... andyet ..Go on and graze! Don't ...
My pony knickers at the corral bars,The fog drifts landward from the evening sea:The trail we rode is dim beneath ...
I would like to see the Palo Duroat the old T-Anchor Ranch;and the clear, cold-water spring,that's on the garden branch.for ...
A cow boy and his trusty palWere camped one night by an old corral;They were keeping a line on the ...
It was up in the Bad Lands, I was rangin' alone,I first heard of this cayuse, The Ridge Runnin' Roan.He ...
OVER the heart of the west, the Taos desertCircles an eagle,And it's dark between me and him.The sun, as he ...
Down here in Cactus Center we have lived a life apart;We've been far, we're frank in sayin', from the headquarters ...
I was laying round town just spending my timeOut of a job and not makin' a dimeWhen up steps a ...
It's likely that you can rememberA corral at the foot of a hillSome mornin' along in DecemberWhen the air was ...
Now Yavapai Pete was a cowpuncher neat,From Arizona's fair clime.Lived in his saddle and punched most the cattleFrom here to ...
You have heard lots of stories how cow boys behaved,There was some of them reckless and some of them brave;And ...
I was broke in Arizony, and was gloomy as a tombWhen I got a chance at punchin' for an outfit ...
Times, they say, must change, and folks must change with 'em too:That's how it is in the West, now the ...
That night hoss he got the gate open. You find the next mornin' he's gone.And there by the fence lays ...
Guard me, Lord, when I'm a -ridin''Crost the dusty range out there,From the dangers that are hidin'On the trails, so ...
They'd make a rattlin' roundup, sure,The troubles known to man,If we could gather all the kindsSince this old world began. ...
No marvell if the Sunne's bright eye Shower downe hott flames; that qualitie Still waytes on light; but when wee ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
Jack would laugh an' joke all day; Never saw a lad so gay; Singin' like a medder lark, Loaded to ...
I will not wash my face; I will not brush my hair; I "pig" around the place-- There's nobody to ...
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