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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.

“YOU CAN’T HIT THE BARN”

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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...

Easter Sunrise Service at Hollywood Bowl

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Easter Sunrise Service at Hollywood Bowl By Orv Alveshere  OUTDOOR WORSHIP IMPRESSIVE FOR THOUSANDS Several interesting tickets came to my desk at work, Where my soldier duty was the...

A CAROLING WE WILL GO

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A CAROLING WE WILL GO   by Orv Alveshere   GIDDYUP JINGLE HORSE Ask country folks, they have gone caroling since way back when. I like to think back in...

SAILOR’S LETTERS TO/FROM HOME

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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...

STRANGE VOICES: WERE THEY SPYING MARTIANS?

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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...

KOHLRABI GETS NO RESPECT

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    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...

Knee-High to a Dapple Gray Team

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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...

Tribute to Lyle Glass and his Medora

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SOME HORSE DAYS SURPASS OTHERS   --By Orv Alveshere-- A BEAUTIFUL HORSE AND CHILDREN'S DAY-- A bustling 1800’s cowtown had been lovingly restored. Now a summer highlight, they won...

I Admire the Grain Buyer

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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

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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...

THE CHICKS ARE IN THE MAIL

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THE CHICKS ARE IN THE MAIL by Orv Alveshere   RURAL FREE DELIVERY MAIL (RFD) AS ENVISIONED The summers had become breathlessly hot.  The century was ¼ old. The...

COWS GONE MISSING? (OXY-MORON?)

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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? ...

BAKING DISORDER

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BAKING DISORDER -By Orv Avleshere - My mother made buns that were the world's best; We chose those homemade buns and left the rest. Sometimes she's up and...

LOST BETWEEN BARN AND HOUSE IN A BLIZZARD

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 LOST BETWEEN BARN AND HOUSE IN A BLIZZARD -By Orv Alveshere- SNOW CAN FIND YOU:  CAN YOU FIND THE HOUSE? Luckily he had just arrived home to...

Girl Gets Three Retired Gift Horses

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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...

 Muddy Creek Saloon was Robbed

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Muddy Creek Saloon was Robbed By Mounted Thieves Dressed in Black Five riders paced nervously ‘round the bend; Now, what message would their black attire send? The...

Welcome to Orv’s Cowboy Poetry!

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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...

Four Girls Lost in a Blinding White-Out Blizzard

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Four Girls Lost in a Blinding White-Out Blizzard By Orv Alveshere   LEAVING 1-ROOM SCHOOL WITH HORSES The country prairies were laden with snow; There were snowdrifts by...

WILD DUCK EGGS HATCHED BY CLUCK-HEN

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WILD DUCK EGGS HATCHED BY CLUCK-HEN WHAT KIND OF FOWL AM I?/MIXED-UP KID/SCRAMBLING EGGS One boring day at Grandparents farm, a lad climbed up to a...

CONVOLUTED  DISAPPEARING  ACT OF THREE RIDERS

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CONVOLUTED  DISAPPEARING  ACT OF THREE RIDERS -By Orv Alveshere- HOW’D 3 HORSES DISAPPEAR WITH 3 RIDERS? In our early teens we literally lived for ‘half-past’ Sunday. We would...

IDEA OF SKUNKS NEXT DOOR STUNK IT’S NOT WHO, BUT WHAT YOU ‘NOSE’

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IDEA OF SKUNKS NEXT DOOR STUNK; IT'S NOT WHO, BUT WHAT YOU 'NOSE' -By Orv Alveshere- Faded red grainery ninety years old has tilted, Harvest grain sold...

FIRST CATTLE DOG WAS MY BUDDY

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FIRST CATTLE DOG WAS MY BUDDY -BY ORV ALVESHERE- YES, I DID KNOW “JACK” Some guy argued with an acid tongue and gave a personal attack. I was...