BUCK RAMSEY
Cowboy-Poet-Writer-Musician

Kenneth Ramsey
Kenneth "Buck" Ramsey, 59, of Amarillo, died Saturday, Jan. 3, 1998.

Memorial services will be at 2 p.m. Tuesday in Blackburn-Shaw Funeral Directors, Memorial Chapel, Fifth Avenue and Pierce Street.

Mr. Ramsey was born in Lubbock. He attended schools in Middlewell and Amarillo, graduating from Amarillo High School. After serving in the Marine Corps, he attended West Texas State University.

He was employed by Coldwater Cattle Co. and the daily newspapers in Amarillo before becoming a free-lance writer. He was best known as a cowboy poet and musician, performing at cowboy poetry gatherings around the country. He had been featured at many places including the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C.

Mr. Ramsey won many awards for his works including the Golden Spur from the National Cowboy Hall of Fame and the National Cowboy Hall of Fame Western Heritage Wrangler Award for the Best Traditional Cowboy Song Album in 1992 and 1994.

He was a 1995 National Endowments for the Arts fellow. In 1996, he received the Lifetime Achievement and Best Poetry Album awards by the Academy of Western Artists and the American Cowboy Culture Award for Western Music.

First lady Hillary Clinton presented him with the National Heritage Master Artist Award in a White House ceremony.

Mr. Ramsey married Bette Cave in 1962 at Amarillo.

Survivors include his wife; a daughter, Amanda Ramsey of Amarillo; his mother, Pearl Ramsey of Honey Grove; three sisters, Wanda Pirtle of Amarillo, and Ellen Watson and Sylvia Askew, both of Honey Grove; and a brother, Charles Ramsey of Dallas.

The body will not be available for viewing.

The family will be at 2212 S. Hayden St. They request memorials in lieu of flowers be to the Buck Ramsey Memorial Fund, Western Folklife Center, 501 Railroad St., Elko, Nev., 89801.

From Buck's work, "As I Went Out One Morning"

Oh, we would ride and we would listen
And hear the message on the wind.
The grass in morning dew would glisten
Until the sun would dry and bend
The grass to ground and air to skying.
We'd know by bird or insect flying
Or by their mood or by their song
If time and moon were right or wrong
For fitting works and rounds to weather.
The critter coats and leaves of trees
Might flash some signal with a breeze -
Or wind and sun on flow'r or feather.
We knew our way from dawn to dawn,
And far beyond, and far beyond.


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