Friday, June 23, 2017
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.

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...

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...

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...

    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...

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...

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...

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...