Charles Badger Clark

(1883 - 1957 / Albia, Iowa)

Charles Badger Clark Poems

1. The Old Cow Man 3/12/2016
2. A Border Affair 3/12/2016
3. The Plainsmen 3/12/2016
4. The Christmas Trail 3/12/2016
5. God's Reserves 3/12/2016
6. 3/12/2016
7. On Boot Hill 3/12/2016
8. The Rains 3/12/2016
9. The Wind Is Blowin' 3/12/2016
10. Roundup Lullaby 3/12/2016
11. The Song Of The Leather 3/12/2016
12. The Legend Of Boastful Bill 3/12/2016
13. Ridin' 3/12/2016
14. The Bunk-House Orchestra 3/12/2016
15. A Bad Half Hour 3/12/2016
16. God Of The Open 3/12/2016
17. The Border 3/12/2016
18. The Passing Of The Trail 3/12/2016
19. The Westerner 3/12/2016
20. The Piano At Red's 3/12/2016
21. To Her 3/12/2016
22. Bachin' 3/12/2016
23. The Free Wind 3/12/2016
24. The Outlaw 3/12/2016
25. The Glory Trail 3/12/2016
26. The Lost Pardner 3/12/2016
27. Jeff Hart 7/9/2016
28. Saturday Night 7/9/2016
29. From Town 7/9/2016
30. The Smoke-Blue Plains 7/9/2016
31. The Camp Fire's Song 7/9/2016
32. The Married Man 7/9/2016
33. The Old Prospector 7/9/2016
34. The Medicine Man 7/9/2016
35. The Yellow Stuff 7/9/2016
36. The Trail O' Love 7/9/2016
37. The Tied Maverick 7/9/2016
38. The Springtime Plains 7/9/2016
39. The Sheep-Herder 7/9/2016
40. The Old Camp Coffee-Pot 7/9/2016
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The daybreak comes so pure and still.
He said that I was pure as dawn,
That day we climbed to Signal Hill.
Back there before the war came on.
God keep me pure as he is brave,
And fit to take his name.
I let him go and fight to save
Some other girl from shame.

Across the gulch it glimmers white,
The little house we plotted for.
We would be sitting here tonight
If he had never gone to war—
The firelight and the cricket's cheep,
My arm around his neck—
I let him go and fight to keep
Some other home from wreck.

And every day I ride to ...

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The Old Cow Man

I rode across a valley range
I hadn't seen for years.
The trail was all so spoilt and strange
It nearly fetched the tears.
I had to let ten fences down
(The fussy lanes ran wrong)
And each new line would make me frown
And hum a mournin' song.
Oh, it's squeak! squeak! squeak!

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