Wednesday, December 19, 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.

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...

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...

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

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...

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...

Will July 4 Fire Go Down to the Wire? By Orv Alveshere THREE-STORY BUILDING BUILT TO THEIR SPECS IN 1912 A homesteading couple had built a farm...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

FIRST GRADE ANTICIPATION AND EXPECTATIONS By Orv Alveshere GREAT DEPRESSION AND DUSTY ‘30’S HEATS UP On a very dry August day the scorching harvest sun bore down...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...