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23 Dec 13 - 12:57 PM (#3586058) Subject: Lyr Add: SOUTHWESTERN JUNE (Badger Clark) From: Q (Frank Staplin) Lyr. Add: SOUTHWESTERN JUNE Badger Clark Lazy little hawse, it's noon And we've wasted saddle leather, But the mornin's slip so soon When we drift around together In this lazy, shinin' weather, Sunny, easy-goin' June. Who kin study shamblin' herds, How they calve or die or wander, When the bridegroom mockin'-birds, Singin' here and there and yonder, Trill that June's too bright to ponder And life's just too fine for words! Down the desert's hazy blue See the tall gray whirlwinds farin', Slow, contented sort of crew Trailin' cross the sunny barren, Headed nowhere and not carin' Just the same as me and you. From a world of unfenced room Just a breath of breeze is strayin', Triflin' with the yucca bloom Till the waxy bells are swayin', On my cheek warm kisses layin' Soft as touch of ostrich plume. When the July lightnin' gleams This brown range will start to workin', Hills be green and tricklin' streams Down each arroyo lurkin'; Now the sleepy land is shirkin', Drowzin', smilin' in her dreams. Steppin' little hawse, it's noon. Turquoise blue the far hills glimmer; "Sun-sun-sun," the mockers croon Where the yellow range lands shimmer, And our sparklin' spirits simmer For we're young yet, and it's June! Heard this sung at a gathering one night, but it is a lyric that seems to be in need of a set tune. The snow in the Foothills and the cold reminded me of this poem. Badger Clark, 1917 ("Grass Grown Trails"); reprinted in "Sun and Saddle Leather," 1935 and ff.,; 1952, Chapman & Grimes, Boston. |
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24 Dec 13 - 10:38 AM (#3586314) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Southwestern June (Badger Clark) From: GUEST,leeneia Thanks, Q. The images certainly evoke the arid southwest. |