Friday, June 22, 2018
Orv's Cowboy Poetry

Orv's Cowboy Poetry

Orv's Cowboy Poetry tells of the days of life on the ranch in Midwest America when horses were used for transportation, field work, Sunday-go-to-meetings, and more. Read cowboy poetry from our beloved Orv Alveshere who recalls the days and memories from his past growing up farming on the prairies of North Dakota. Revel in the glory days of the true cowboy. Take steps back into the history of rural farm life, when horses were the centerpiece of the ranch and instrumental in the survival of the families that built America.

COWS GONE MISSING? (OXY-MORON?)          IT BE-HOOVED THEM TO SEARCH A milky way fib, that “A cow jumped over the moon,” Udderly impossible!  Gravity? ...

KNIFE SHARPER THAN MY WITS Never in my spry young life Expect to create a perfect knife. I sawed a two-inch sapling branch From the tree stand on...

WATCHING SNOW BANKS GET HIGHER IN ‘49      DID YOU RANK THAT SNOWBANK (BY THE YARD LIGHT)? I listened to this rancher’s tale of woe Regarding the...

YOU CAN'T HIT THE BARN         SMALL TOWN SCHOOLYARD BALL DIAMOND Of the 28 wood buildings in our town some were listed by a 'specific' noun. Four were...

STRANGE VOICES: WERE THEY SPYING MARTIANS? VOICES CAME WAFTING OVER THE HILL It must have been in July, June or May. Such a strange tale I heard...

SAILOR’S LETTERS TO/FROM HOME Boot Camp, Then Out to Sea Dear Mom, It seems like only yesterday I unsaddled my horse, Patted my dog’s head, gave hugs, boarded...

by Orv Alveshere         RAISING, RACING AND REMINISCING An old adage claims we can enjoy incidents again through memories and written narratives.  A privilege we...

    KOHLRABI GETS NO RESPECT DEJA VIEW OF VEGGIE PRODUCE PLATTER "Who threw the overalls in Mrs Murphy's chowder?" Nobody answered so she hollered all the louder. Who...

    DON'T TRAIN A HORSE TO JUMP LANDING HEADS OR TAILS? Mem'ries, illusions linger, events gone bad, a pair, Horse and rider have parted company in mid-air. Sans...

Knee-High to a Dapple Gray Team TOO SMALL TO PICK EGGS? Some hens laid their eggs in the horse manger; But to gather the eggs, would pose...

I Admire the Grain Buyer BLESSED ARE THE PEACEMAKERS Tall grain elevators in ev'ry rural town. They cast a long evening shadow at sundown. Lessons in peacemaking from...

Making Wooden Christmas Toys I’M CALLED A WHAT? Some of the fondest memories and joys Are of constructing wooden Christmas toys. “Open Your Heart” programs, I remember, Sponsored year...

Girl Gets Three Retired Gift Horses  If Wishes Were Horses, Seekers Could Ride (Once upon a time) A young girl knew what she wanted: a horse...

Welcome to Orv's Cowboy Poetry section where you will find newly released poems by our resident Cowboy Poet Orv Alveshere. Orv reminisces about his...