Charles Badger Clark

(1883 - 1957 / Albia, Iowa)

Charles Badger Clark Poems

1. The Piano At Red's 3/12/2016
2. To Her 3/12/2016
3. Bachin' 3/12/2016
4. The Free Wind 3/12/2016
5. The Outlaw 3/12/2016
6. The Glory Trail 3/12/2016
7. The Lost Pardner 3/12/2016
8. Jeff Hart 7/9/2016
9. Saturday Night 7/9/2016
10. From Town 7/9/2016
11. The Smoke-Blue Plains 7/9/2016
12. The Camp Fire's Song 7/9/2016
13. The Married Man 7/9/2016
14. The Old Prospector 7/9/2016
15. The Medicine Man 7/9/2016
16. The Yellow Stuff 7/9/2016
17. The Trail O' Love 7/9/2016
18. The Tied Maverick 7/9/2016
19. The Springtime Plains 7/9/2016
20. The Sheep-Herder 7/9/2016
21. The Old Camp Coffee-Pot 7/9/2016
22. The Night Herder 7/9/2016
23. The Long Way 7/9/2016
24. The Locoed Horse 7/9/2016
25. The Forest Rangers 7/9/2016
26. The Fighting Swing 7/9/2016
27. The Buffalo Trail 7/9/2016
28. The Buck 7/9/2016
29. The Bad Lands 7/9/2016
30. On The Oregon Trail 7/9/2016
31. On The Drive 7/9/2016
32. My Pledge 7/9/2016
33. My Father And I 7/9/2016
34. My Enemy 7/9/2016
35. Latigo Town 7/9/2016
36. I Must Come Back 7/9/2016
37. HomeTown 7/9/2016
38. Hawse Work 7/9/2016
39. Half-Breed 7/9/2016
40. The Old Cow Man 3/12/2016

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The Westerner

My fathers sleep on the sunrise plains,
And each one sleeps alone.
Their trails may dim to the grass and rains,
For I choose to make my own.
I lay proud claim to their blood and name,
But I lean on no dead kin;
My name is mine, for the praise or scorn,
And the world began when I was born
And the world is mine to win.
They built high towns on their old log sills,
Where the great, slow rivers gleamed,
But with new, live rock from the savage hills
I'll build as they only dreamed.
The smoke scarce dies where the trail camp
lies,
Till the rails glint ...

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A Cowboy's Prayer

(Written for Mother)

Oh Lord, I've never lived where churches
grow.
I love creation better as it stood
That day You finished it so long ago
And looked upon Your work and called it
good.
I know that others find You in the light

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