Charles Badger Clark

(1883 - 1957 / Albia, Iowa)

Charles Badger Clark Poems

41. The Sheep-Herder 7/9/2016
42. The Old Camp Coffee-Pot 7/9/2016
43. The Night Herder 7/9/2016
44. The Long Way 7/9/2016
45. The Locoed Horse 7/9/2016
46. The Forest Rangers 7/9/2016
47. The Fighting Swing 7/9/2016
48. The Buffalo Trail 7/9/2016
49. The Buck 7/9/2016
50. The Bad Lands 7/9/2016
51. On The Oregon Trail 7/9/2016
52. On The Drive 7/9/2016
53. My Pledge 7/9/2016
54. My Father And I 7/9/2016
55. My Enemy 7/9/2016
56. Latigo Town 7/9/2016
57. I Must Come Back 7/9/2016
58. HomeTown 7/9/2016
59. Hawse Work 7/9/2016
60. Half-Breed 7/9/2016
61. Others 8/29/2015
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Others

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 Coyote

Trailing the last gleam after,
In the valleys emptied of light,
Ripples a whimsical laughter
Under the wings of the night.
Mocking the faded west airily,
Meeting the little bats merrily,
Over the mesas it shrills
To the red moon on the hills.

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