Charles Badger Clark

(1883 - 1957 / Albia, Iowa)

Charles Badger Clark Poems

41. On Boot Hill 3/12/2016
42. The Rains 3/12/2016
43. The Wind Is Blowin' 3/12/2016
44. Roundup Lullaby 3/12/2016
45. The Song Of The Leather 3/12/2016
46. The Legend Of Boastful Bill 3/12/2016
47. Ridin' 3/12/2016
48. The Bunk-House Orchestra 3/12/2016
49. A Bad Half Hour 3/12/2016
50. God Of The Open 3/12/2016
51. The Border 3/12/2016
52. The Passing Of The Trail 3/12/2016
53. The Piano At Red's 3/12/2016
54. To Her 3/12/2016
55. Bachin' 3/12/2016
56. The Free Wind 3/12/2016
57. The Coyote 3/10/2016
58. A Cowboy's Prayer 3/12/2016
59. The Outlaw 3/12/2016
60. The Westerner 3/12/2016
61. Others 8/29/2015

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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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