Long Calving Poems

Chorus:                River pronounced Key-yip-pa-ha

Keya Paha River
Keya Paha River
Keya Paha River
The home of Dan Lowe's dream.

Narration:

When a cowboy's day is over,
And...

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I can only imagine how n'ice e-z floe...

Tubby in the calving throes
breaking free and clear 
shepherding, milking, and honing 
rambunctious as bovine bris
versus being stymied courtesy 
cow - wordly bull aiming writer's block
for drought of...

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Since the spring saw us calving out fifty or more first time heifers it 
was a lot more important to have help from a night herder.  Well I fit that bill.  Billy 
had...

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The sun's savage fingers have penetrated
the calving sheets of ice, delving deeply 
beneath the blankets of the frozen surface.

And the oceans, bruised mauve and swollen 
like a pregnant whore, rail against the rocks
of man's kingdoms...

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poetry slammin'

all this namby pamby poetry stuff
makes me think i've heard enough

shapes and sonnets and simple blank verse
even Iambic meter leaves me feeling averse

quatrains and couplets - the villanelle
are tough to swallow - sounds like...

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PEACE


Bergs dot the ocean, even  in June,  and 
Thick  fogs  clothe the Labrador shore early each morning.
The sea ice rocks slowly in the harbor from wind and sun. 
As  I...

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“Mother Earth Speaks”
From the east she awakens
Her nightly slumber aroused
Splashing her face
With thundering waves
Her eyes open to
Snow covered peaks
Valleys rich with green
Forests filled with feathered melodies
And deserts for castaways

Pondering her motherly thoughts
Rivulets of tears
Flow down...

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As the late shadows began to fall
Off to the tanks to check the ice again
Supper was at 6:00 o’clock and if lucky 
He’d have the chance to warm up and rest for a spell.

The time...

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He comes so faithfully when called,
   our veterinary doctor friend,
to our dear family of cows;
   upon his help, we do depend.

The birthing of our calves amaze
   him more than...

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Of all the places I set forth to see,
Alaska is the one I love the best.
The pristine ambiance of white, for me,
presents a calmness of a vision blest.
Alaska, with its rugged landscape, sealed
in swirls of...

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Of all the great vacations I've been on-
     the ones abroad and those on land and sea,
the place to which my thoughts are always drawn,
     'North to...

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A barn southwest of Central Butte
Could be seen for miles around 
Upon a hill, and that was how
The Mattus place was found

A big and very well used barn
With lots of stock and feed
Pride of the...

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Here they are before me, 
   surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
      Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
   these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
...

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A cowboy’s work is never done, 
Like Sheppard’s among the sheep
No matter what, up with the sun,
Not really much time for sleep
You stay up all night to help out the weak
Even ones that won’t ...

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Always unexpected, spring arrives.
Water and warm spring air raises grass
On hills before the sheep and llamas graze.

Rain falls and tries to glaze fields of yellow hay
Stippled by the husbanded animals and deer
With their round mouthed...

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Here they are before me, 
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of brilliant blue,
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.

Their marbled, glistening whites- 
arcane crevices and jagged peaks,
stir visions of...

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We approached the Hubbard Glacier,
More than seventy miles long,
And we watched it calve and listened
To its snap-pop-crackle song.

As chunks of ice broke free and fell
(That's calving) we could hear
The glacier pop and crackle
Very loud and...

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Spring

	Ah, spring is in the air.  The time when Mother Nature renews herself. 
The loving arms of the sun and the tears of the clouds bring forth the little green 
shoots of promise. ...

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NOT SO MERRILY

in evening light, the tree not so merrily —
its shades shut tight, in revelry, lids beating

the coal cache — the portly man, delivering
tongues grab and stow curses repeatedly

astride of hohoho — his sleigh...

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