COLD MORNIN’S, by Bruce Kiskaddon

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COLD MORNIN’S
by Bruce Kiskaddon (1878-1950)

I been out in the weather since I was a boy,
But cold mornin’s is sumthin’ a man cain’t enjoy.
It makes me feel like I wanted to quit
When I ketch up my pony and thaw out my bit.

There ain’t any cow puncher needs to be told
That my saddle is stiff and the leather is cold.
The blankets is froze and the hoss shakes like jelly
When you the pull the old frozen cinch up on his belly.

He snorts and he’s got a mean look in the eye.
He is humped till the back of the saddle stands high.
He ain’t in no humor to stand fer a joke,
But I belt on my chaps and I light me a smoke.

There may be some trouble between me and him.
It is like goin’ into cold water to swim.
It gives me a sort of shivver and scare
But once I git started; well then I don’t care.

…by Bruce Kiskaddon, 1937

Kiskaddon has a number of cold weather poems, no doubt inspired by his cowboying years in Colorado. This poem appeared in the Western Livestock Journal and on the Los Angeles Union Stockyards calendar.

This year’s triple CD from CowboyPoetry.com, MASTERS: VOLUME THREE, the poetry of Bruce Kiskaddon, has over 60 tracks of the poetry of Bruce Kiskaddon (1878-1950), recited by voices from the past and from today’s top reciters and poets.

Find more about Bruce Kiskaddon at CowboyPoetry.com.

This photograph is from top cowboy poet, South Dakota rancher, and quilt champion Yvonne Hollenbeck. It was taken a few years ago, and she commented, “Ahh, the life of a ranchwife in South Dakota in winter. We just scooped two long lines of bunks (wet heavy snow) so we could feed the calves…That was just half of ’em in the picture. We feed ground feed into the bunks. I think there’s two rows of 11.”

Yvonne is headed to the Western Folklife Center’s 36th annual National Cowboy Poetry Gathering, January 27-February 1, 2020 in Elko, Nevada. She joins a great group of poets, musicians, and others at this “granddaddy” of all gatherings. Go! And find more at nationalcowboypoetrygathering.org.

Find more about Yvonne Hollenbeck at cowboypoetry.com/yh.htm and at yvonnehollenbeck.com.

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OL’ PROC, by Wallace McRae

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OL’ PROC
by Wallace McRae

Old-timers in the neighborhood
Would bandy words on who was good
At puncher jobs for hours on end when I was just a kid.
They’d get wall-eyed ‘n paw and bawl
And swear, “By damn I knowed ’em all.
If’n Josh he wasn’t best trailhand, I’ll eat my beaver lid!”

“Down and dirty, I’m the dealer
Old Bob Seward? Best damn peeler
Ever snapped a bronc out, jist give me one he broke.”
“Give you say? That’s what I heard.
You’re right that Bob’s a tough ol’ bird.
But better practice cactus pickin’ and work on your spur stroke.

Cain’t stay astraddle one of his his’n
When he pops the plug and goes t’ fizzin’
She’ll be adios caballo and howdy to the nurse.”
They’d move from bickering bronc peeler
To rawhide hands ‘n fancy heelers.
“Red Carlin?” “Young Mac Philbrick?” They’d testify and curse.

They’d analyze Link Taylor’s cuttin’:
“His bag-splittin’ way of calf denuttin’
Is pure askin’ for trouble, ‘sides he don’t cut by the sign.”
“You cut your calves by the moon?
Keep on night brandin’ and pretty soon
The sheriff’ll change yer address and you’ll be twistin’ hair
and twine.”

On they’d rave and postulate
‘Bout who was fair and who was great.
As they scratched brands in the hot dust, I’d never say a word.
But in their jousting verbal battle,
Among the boasts and barbs and prattle,
I sat in youthful judgment as they sorted out the herd.”

So, I came early to understand
The names of every good top hand.
In my scope of country, from hearing tough hands talk.
But when they’d crow and blow and boast
The one name that came up the most
Was a wily wild horse runner they simply called “ol’ Proc.”

“You boys jist start ’em. I’ll stop ’em.”
Old Proc’d say and then he’d chop ’em
Off at some escape route. He’d wheel ‘n bring them in.
“Proc thinks horse,” I’d heard them say,
And finally there came the day
That I would get to meet this fabled mounted paladin.

My mother’s father, John McKay,
Up and said on fine spring day
While I was staying with them, “Minnie, get your bonnet.”
“Let’s go up by Castle Rock
‘N see some country, visit Proc.
If you’re late, I’ll be upset. You can bet your life upon it.”

He never paused for her reply.
My grandma fussed around and I
Asked grandpa, “Is he the wild horse man?” “That’s him,”
my grandpa said,
As we ricocheted and bounced our way
In a tobacco-stained green Chevrolet
My grandpa told “Proc stories” and chewed and spit and sped.

From all the tales Grandpa told me
I felt like an authority
On this ranahan, Joe Proctor, who came north with Texas cattle.
His wife had been the JO cook.
But Proc had sparked and won and took
Her for his bride. They fought and won the homestead battle.

I couldn’t wait to meet Mr. Proc,
Whose peers all praised his ways with stock.
But when his calloused hand gripped mine, surprise hit me
in waves.
Those old cowboys who cut no slack
Deemed it unimportant Proc was black,
And wasn’t worth a mention that Joe Proctor’s folks were slaves.

© 1992, Wallace McRae
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View Andy Hedges’ recitation of this poem at the Western Folklife Center’s 2019 National Cowboy Poetry Gathering.

Earlier this year, Wallace McRae, third-generation Montana rancher and National Endowment for the Arts Heritage Fellow, told us about  this poem, which is based on a real person, Joe Proctor, who came up to Montana with Texas cattle. His grandfather talked about him, and told how he and his wife were the only Black people he ever knew.
There was a Black woman who was a cook at an area ranch, and Joe Proctor would ride over to visit her and they eventually married. Some of their descendants still live in the area. Wallace McRae’s grandfather would say that Joe Proctor was widely respected as “a heck of a hand.” Wallace McRae said that Joe Proctor died before he had the chance to meet him, and added that he took a bit of liberty in the poem.

Wallace McRae is most well known for his own least favorite poem, “Reincarnation.” A closer look at his work shows a body of serious work as well as his unique humor.

Find his stirring, masterful poem, “Things of Intrinsic Worth,” performed in 2013 and a part of To the West, a feature-length documentary work-in-progress by H. Paul Moon.

Wallace McRae has retired from public appearances. Find more of his poetry and more about him in our feature at CowboyPoetry.com. He relishes being known as “The Cowboy
Curmudgeon” (which is the title of one of his books). You can share this post, but please don’t otherwise use his poem without permission.

The Western Folklife Center’s 36th annual National Cowboy Poetry Gathering (January 27-February 1, 2020) in Elko, Nevada will have a focus on the historic and contemporary culture of Black cowboys through performances, exhibits, films, and more.

Noted photographer and journalist Dorothea Lange (1895-1965) is most famous for her Depression-era photograph of a migrant woman, and she captured images of other migrants and workers, including cowboys.

This 1936 photo by Dorothea Lange is from The Library of Congress. It is captioned:

Bob Lemmons, Carrizo Springs, Texas. Born a slave about 1850, south of San Antonio, Texas. Came to Carrizo Springs during Civil War with white men seeking new range for their cattle. In 1865, with his master was one of the first settlers. He knew Billy the Kid, King Fisher, and other noted bad men of the border.

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INSIDE WAR, by Joel Nelson

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INSIDE WAR
by Joel Nelson

We read stories of Wars
Hist’ries written on pages
And records of battle
Drawn on walls of the cave
Read of Glory and Honor
And Right through the ages
And all those who fell
‘Neath the crest of the knave

The themes are eternal
Of wars on the ocean
Of axes and swords
On the Otterburn Plain
The ninety gun Frigates
The horsemen in motion
The bleeding has stopped
But the stories remain

There are terms of Armistice
And flags of surrender
This war fought for freedom
That war saved a race
Twixt savages cruel
Or soldiers yet tender
The scholars record them
And each has its place

Some go unrecorded
Wars fought self-contained
Conflicts never ending
No respite or truce
For the foe lives within
Lashing out unrestrained
And the warrior wears thin
From the battles’ abuse

The shelling subsides
Then intensity quickens
With most unaware
Of the state of the war
Leaving soldier and loved ones
With Conflict that thickens
Outsiders observing
The scene from afar

There is only so long
Any warrior can battle
‘Til he must succumb
To the enemy inside
So loosening the reins
Stepping down from the saddle
Heaving sigh of relief
He will cease his long ride

His allies left standing
Gather somewhat uncertain
Refraining from judgment
United by love
Acknowledging peacetime
And drawing the curtain
Leaving all in the hands
Of the Maker above

© 2008, Joel Nelson
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In observance of Veterans Day and Remembrance Day, we’re honored to share the words of Texas rancher, poet, reciter, and horseman Joel Nelson. He served in Vietnam with the 101st Airborne Division. A National Endowment of the Arts Heritage Fellow, Joel Nelson is respected for his writing and his reciting.

He is just back from the soldout 2nd annual Texas Hill Country Cowboy Gathering . Find him at the Western Folklife Center’s 36th annual National Cowboy Poetry Gathering, January 27-February 1, 2020 in Elko, Nevada and at the Lone Star Cowboy Poetry Gathering, February 21-22, 2020 in Alpine, Texas,  where he is the keynote speaker.

Find more about Joel Nelson at cowboypoetry.com.

This photograph, by Idaho filmmaker, writer, teacher, and photographer Ken Rodgers, was taken in 2016 at the San Antonio Veterans Memorial Plaza and Vietnam Veterans Memorial.

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Ken and the equally talented photographer and filmmaker Betty Rodgers are the creators of the award-winning film, Bravo! Common Men, Uncommon Valor, about the men of Bravo Company, 1st Battalion, 26th Marines during the 1968 siege at Khe Sanh in the Republic of Vietnam, in which Ken served. The film is available for streaming at
amazon.com. Find more at bravotheproject.com, where there is an engaging blog.

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Their latest project, I Married the War, tells the stories of the lives of combat veteran spouses, from WWII through today. It is in final editing stages. Find more about it at imarriedthewar.com.

Find poems and more for Veterans Day at CowboyPoetry.com.

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DYING BREED, by Jay Snider

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DYING BREED
by Jay Snider

The note was neatly written
On an old brown paper bag
Bound and nicely folded
Inside a little American flag

We found it on the mantel
Near some pictures that he had
Of an old bay hoss he used to ride
His wife, his mother and his dad

It was pressed beneath a Bible
That sixty years ago was new
He often said when it was with him
He felt the Lord rode with him too

The note read smooth and easy
The words were simple, plain, and true
Reflections of a lifetime
Of an old time buckaroo

It read: “I’m just a simple cowboy
I’ve grown accustomed to meager ways
Cause it’s sometimes hard to make ends meet
On what punchin’ cattle pays

“But if wealth is somehow measured
By the many friends you’ve made
And success is hitched to freedom
Then I reckon I’ve been well paid

“But I’ve heard we’re nearin’ extinction
The cowboy’s just a vision from the past
His ways are old and antiquated
That our future is fadin’ fast

“But in my mind,” the note read on,
“I tend to disagree
Cause I see the cowboy in the young bucks
The ones who follow you and me

“I’ve seen ’em ridin’ rangy broncs
And spur ’em jump for jump
Then loose the rein and pet ’em some
When they’ve ridden out the hump

“I’ve heard ’em hoop and holler
Bustin’ brush and dodgin’ trees
Stand hat in hand and reverent
Old Glory wavin’ in the breeze

“I’ve watched ’em tradin’ horses
Swappin’ lies on a cattle deal
Then sign it proud and proper
With just a handshake for the seal

“I’ve seen a sadness in their eyes
For an orphaned calf in pain
When in spite of their compassion
All efforts were in vain

“I know they treat their elders
With respect and dignity
Still tip their hats to womenfolk
Just the way that it should be”

It read: “As long as little buckaroos
Dream of ridin’ wild and free
There will always be good cowboys
To follow you and me

“These words I write, though roughly penned
I hope fit somewhere in the cowboy creed
The cowboy will live eternal
We darned sure ain’t no dying breed ”

© 2002 Jay Snider
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Popular Oklahoma rancher, poet, and reciter Jay Snider comes from a long line of cowboys and his sons are growing the next generation.

Find Jay at the 31st annual Cowboy Christmas Poetry Gathering in Wickenburg, Arizona, December 6-7, 2019. Other featured performers include Mary Kaye, Leon Autrey, and Trinity Seeley.

Jay returns to the Western Folklife Center’s 36th annual National Cowboy Poetry Gathering, January 27-February 1, 2020, in Elko, Nevada.  See Monday’s post for a list of participants and visit nationalcowboypoetrygathering.org for more, including descriptions of workshops, films, and other events at the gathering.

Jay Snider’s recent CD, Classic Cowboy Poetry: The Old Tried and True, showcases his fine reciting. He delivers poems by Bruce Kiskaddon, Henry Herbert Knibbs, Will Ogilvie, Sunny Hancock, and others, to carry listeners back to time when, to quote Kiskaddon,
“cattle were plenty and people were few.”

For a great look at how Jay Snider handles the classics, see a video of him reciting Sunny Hancock’s “The Bear Tale” at the 2010 Western Folklife Center National Cowboy Poetry Gathering.

Find more about Jay Snider at cowboypoetry.com , and at jaysnider.net.

Photo courtesy of Jay Snider.

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GET ALONG, by Jarle Kvale

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GET ALONG
by Jarle Kvale

We never talk religion – views on politics, taboo—
we’d rather keep our friendship than be stirrin’ up a stew
discussin’ things so trivial—that pack such little weight—
our friendship’s too important to be lost in some debate.
We’ll talk about the weather—or the horses that we’ve rode—
We’ll rave about our favorites and the ones that got us throwed.
We’ll chat about our families—how our grandkids make us proud –
We’ll joke and tease, and more than once, you’ll hear us laugh out loud.
But politics? Religion? No—we’d rather get along—
Besides, no sense conversin’ when it’s plain that he’s just wrong!

© 2016, Jarle Kvale
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Popular poet Jarle Kvale is a North Dakota horseman, radio broadcaster, and host of the cowboy poetry and Western music Back at the Ranch radio show.

His new book, Horses, Dogs, (& Lingerie), is described, “Jarle takes his experiences with horses, rodeo, and North Dakota rural living and turns them into humorous verse…”

His recent CD, “Custom Made,” includes 14 original poems, well wrought—mostly humorous—verse, delivered in his understated and engaging style.

This photo is from the inside of Custom Made, taken in Wyoming of Jarle Kvale’s horses. The outside has a stunning cover photograph by Cindy Quigley of CMQ Photography. See the cover and the track list at cowboypoetry.com.

Jarle Kvale is just back from appearances at the Durango Cowboy Poetry Gathering and Old West Days and Nebraska Cowboy Poetry Gathering.

He’s been invited to the Western Folklife Center’s 36th annual National Cowboy Poetry Gathering, January 27-February 1, 2020 in Elko, Nevada. The lineup includes poets Doris Daley, John Dofflemyer, Carolyn Dufurrena, Maria Lisa Eastman, Patricia Frolander, DW Groethe, Andy Hedges, Yvonne Hollenbeck, Carol Heuchan, Chris Isaacs, Randi Johnson, Jarle Kvale, Annie Mackenzie, Waddie Mitchell, Joel Nelson, Rodney Nelson, Jonathan Odermann, Vess Quinlan, Henry Real Bird, Brigid Reedy, Randy Rieman, Jake Riley, R.P. Smith, Jay Snider, Gail Steiger, Michael Stevens, Forrest VanTuyl, and Paul Zarzyski.

Musicians & singer-songwriters include An American Forrest, Mike Beck, Cat Clifford, Dylan Clough, Geno Delafose & French Rockin’ Boogie, Dom Flemons, Pipp Gillette & Lloyd Wright, DW Groethe, R.W. Hampton, Andy Hedges, Hot Club of Cowtown, Ned LeDoux, Corb Lund & the Hurtin’ Albertans, Miko Marks, Marinna Mori, Tracy Morrison, The Munsick Boys, Brigid Reedy, Randy Rieman, Trinity Seely, Dave Stamey, Gail Steiger, Michael Stevens, Tom Swearingen, Jessie Veeder, and Wylie and The Wild West. They also promise “special guests.” Visit nationalcowboypoetrygathering.org for much more, including descriptions of workshops, films, and other events at the gathering.

Find more of Jarle Kvale’s poetry and more about him at cowboypoetry.com and check out Back at the Ranch to tune in to the current and past shows.

(Jarle Kvale’s friend Oregon poet Tom Swearingen—also featured in Elko in 2020—suggested the title for this previously untitled poem.)

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THE MEN WHO RIDE NO MORE, by Joel Nelson

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THE MEN WHO RIDE NO MORE
by Joel Nelson

“Bronc to Breakfast” calendars hang fading on the walls
There’s a lost and aimless wandering through the corridors and halls
Of slippered feet that shuffle on a waxed and polished floor
And vacant stares of emptiness from the men who ride no more

Men who once rode proudly—men with long straight backs
Men who covered hill and plain with steel shod horses’ tracks
Now pass their idle days in rooms with numbers on the door
With orderlies and nurses for men who ride no more

Time was when spur rowels jingled when boot heels bumped the floor
Dawns with hot black coffee and saddling up at four
With feet in tapaderos and broncs between their knees
And silken neck scarves snapping as they turned into the breeze

From full-blown living legends true to riding for the brand
To the scarcely mediocre who could hardly make a hand
They would gather for the branding or the shipping in the Fall
Now it’s walker, cane, and wheelchair in the antiseptic hall

And they all have their mementos on the table by their side
Like a cracked and fading snapshot of a horse they usta ride
Or standing with the wife beside a thirty-seven Ford
A high-heeled boot hooked nonchalant on a muddy running board

Just instants frozen from the past that somehow give a clue
To who and what they were before their riding days were through
Horseback men with horseback rules from horseback days of yore
Their one and only wish would be to somehow ride once more

To once more rope a soggy calf and drag it to the fire
To long-trot for a half a day and see no post or wire
To ride a morning circle—catch a fresh one out at noon
And trot him in when the day was done to the rising of the moon

To put in one more horseback day and have just one more chance
To ride home to a pretty wife and drive her to the dance
To take her hand and hold her close and waltz across a floor
Before the time to join the ranks of men who ride no more.

© 1997, Joel Nelson, used with permission

Texas rancher Joel Nelson is highly respected as a poet, reciter, and horseman.

This poem appears on Joel Nelson’s CD, The Breaker in the Pen, the only cowboy poetry recording ever nominated for a Grammy Award. Baxter Black has commented that the recording “raised the bar for cowboy poetry for 1000 years.” The poem is also on The BAR-D Roundup: Volume Four.

Joel Nelson was named a National Endowment for the Arts Heritage Fellow in 2009.

Read an excellent 2010 profile of Joel Nelson by Ryan T. Bell, “Joel Nelson, The Horses and the Words.”

Find a number of video performances on YouTube, including a video from a 2012 appearance at the Blanton Museum.

Find Joel Nelson at the Texas Hill Country Cowboy Gathering, which was started last year and is already making its mark as a don’t-miss event. The second annual gathering is November 8-9, 2019, in Fredericksburg. The lineup includes Mike Beck, Andy Hedges, Brigid and Johnny Reedy, Joel Nelson, Krystin Harris, Pipp Gilette, Sourdough Slim, Rodney Nelson, Mike Blakely, and Stephanie Davis (just announced, replacing Cowboy Celtic).

He returns to the Western Folklife Center’s 36th annual National Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko, Nevada, January 2-February 1, 2020. Find more about performers, workshops, shows and sessions, and more at nationalcowboypoetrygathering.org.

Joel Nelson will give the keynote speech at the new Lone Star Cowboy Gathering in Alpine, Texas, formed by an energetic group of people, including co-chair and poet Kay Nowell, in response to this year’s retirement of the venerable Texas Cowboy Poetry Gathering. The event is scheduled for February 21-22, 2020. Find a recent press release here. Visit the Lone Star Cowboy Gathering site for more information and sign up for their news at lonestarcowboypoetry.com.

Find more about Joel Nelson, including this poem and others, at CowboyPoetry.com.

This c. 1993 photograph of Joel Nelson is by Kent Reeves, Cowboy Conservationist, from the landmark book Between Earth and Sky: Poets of the Cowboy West, by Anne Heath Widmark, with photographs by Kent Reeves.

Kent Reeves writes in the book’s Acknowledgments, “…I owe my work in this book to all the poets who allowed me to interrupt their lives and who took me in for a few days. I do not feel that I ‘took’ these photographs; I believe that each poet gave them to me.” In addition to Joel Nelson, the book includes chapters with Buck Ramsey, Wallace McRae, Rod McQueary, Linda Hussa, John Dofflemyer, Shadd Piehl, Paul Zarzyski, Sue Wallis, Vess Quinlan, Henry Real Bird, and Drummond Hadley.

See a gallery of photos from the book on Facebook.

Find more about Kent Reeves at cowboypoetry.com and at cowboyconservation.com.

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LANGUAGE OF THE LAND, by Tom Swearingen

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LANGUAGE OF THE LAND
by Tom Swearingen

There’s not a lot that’s spoken
As we sit upon our mounts.
The cow boss checking tallies,
Adding up the remnant counts.

He’s mighty long on wisdom,
But he’s pretty short on words
When lining out the circles
When we’re gathr’n up the herds.

“They’re out there boys, go get ’em.
Now you know just what to do.”
‘Course he’s right, and he should know,
‘Cause he handpicked all the crew.

He knows there’ll be no slacking,
That we’ll more than earn our pay.
Since that’s ‘bout all that matters
He’s not got much more to say.

With just some simple pointing
And some nods amongst the boys,
We head in all directions
Taking in the morning noise.

You’d think without us talking
There’d be nothin’ much to hear.
But fact is, in the silence
There’s a lot to hit your ear.

Like birds awake and singing.
Or cicadas flicking wings.
There’re Aspen trees a quaking,
And the sound of bubblin’ springs.

Muffled hooves on dewdrop grass.
And the crack of sun-parched brush.
Thermals blowing up steep slopes.
Bobwhite’s whistle ‘fore they flush.

And then the sound we’ve come for.
Distant, faint, from down below,
The bawling calves and mommas
Tell us just where we should go.

The silence gives direction
Sometimes better than what’s planned.
And so we leave the talking
To the language of the land.

© 2016, Tom Swearingen
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Oregon horseman Tom Swearingen says one of his greatest pleasures when horseback is being silent and just listening. “It’s amazing what one can hear if we just stay quiet. Of course horses’ ears are keen and they can pick up sounds far earlier than we can. But every once in a while I get the satisfaction (likely kidding myself) that I’ve tuned into a distant sound before my mount’s ears react.”

Tom says that Gary Morton’s 2016 Cowboy Poetry Week Art Spur painting “A Life Less Ordinary” reminded him of early mornings, miles to cover, and the challenge of relying more on senses than planning to be successful at the task at hand and that “Language of the Land” was inspired by that painting and the memories it recalled.

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“Language of the Land” is included on Tom’s new CD of the same name. The album has been leading the charts for Western Music radio play, according to the International Western Music Association’s Western Way magazine.

Tom is headed to the 31st annual Durango Cowboy Poetry Gathering, October 3rd – 7th, 2019. Evening performers include Trinity Seeley, Margaret Wilhelm, Brooke Turner, Bill Lowman, Greg Hager, Ross Knox, and Mary Kaye. Daytime performers are Colt Blankman, Thatch Elmer, Almeda Bradshaw, Ol’ Jim Cathey, Rick Buoy, Two Bit Pete, Chris Isaacs, Tim Krebs, Emelia Knaphus, Nolan King, Jarle Kvale, Paul Larson, Allora Leonard, Lynne Belle Lewis, Carol Markstron, Dan McCorison, Slim McWilliams, Kathy Moss, Sam Noble, Dave Munsick, Jonathan Odermann, Abby Payne, Lindy Simmons, Don Schauda, Kacey and Jenna Thunborg, and Tom Swearingen.

Tom will be making his first invited appearance at the Western Folklife Center’s 36th annual National Cowboy Poetry Gathering. He joins other poets and storytellers Doris Daley, John Dofflemyer, Carolyn Dufurrena, Maria Lisa Eastman, Patricia Frolander, DW Groethe, Andy Hedges, Carol Heuchan, Chris Isaacs, Randi Johnson, Jarle Kvale, Annie Mackenzie, Waddie Mitchell, Joel Nelson, Rodney Nelson, Jonathan Odermann, Vess Quinlan, Henry Real Bird, Brigid Reedy, Randy Rieman, Jake Riley, R.P. Smith, Jay Snider, Gail Steiger, Michael Stevens, Forrest VanTuyl, and Paul Zarzyski. Musicians & singer-songwriters include An American Forrest, Mike Beck, Cat Clifford, Dylan Clough, Geno Delafose & French Rockin’ Boogie, Dom Flemons, Pipp Gillette & Lloyd Wright, DW Groethe, R.W. Hampton, Andy Hedges, Hot Club of Cowtown, Ned LeDoux, Corb Lund & the Hurtin’ Albertans, Miko Marks, Marinna Mori, Tracy Morrison, The Munsick Boys, Brigid Reedy, Randy Rieman, Trinity Seely, Dave Stamey, Gail Steiger, Michael Stevens, Jessie Veeder, and Wylie and The Wild West. They also promise “special guests.” Visit nationalcowboypoetrygathering.org for much more, including descriptions of workshops, films, and other events at the gathering.

After Elko, find Tom at the Cochise Cowboy Poetry and Music Gathering, February 7-8, 2020, in Sierra Vista, Arizona. Stay tuned to cowboypoets.com for more gathering announcements and information.

Tom has many more events on his calendar, which you can find along with other information at oregoncowboypoet.com.

This image by Carol M. Highsmith is described, “Ranch manager Mark Dunning oversees a roundup at the Big Creek cattle ranch near the Colorado border in Carbon County, Wyoming.” The original image is from Carol M. Highsmith’s America, from The Library of Congress collection. This image was digitally enhanced by rawpixel. Find this image at rawpixel.com/Carol M Highsmith.

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