Platte Poems - Poems about Platte

...Beaver, mole or platypus? It waddles like all three. I watch the creature scoot along, wild, weird and free. If she pauses along the way to leave some tiny eggs down I will call her Platte City Pl......

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...A descension of value bows night scenes, the purple canopy edges its hoist, spirits cool Platte River to lose its sheen, Nebraskans wake to clarion fields voiced. A loyal guest calls, it's the Sa......

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...It's time to get the stockings out of storage before those who are nosey, begin to forage, in my saloon, lookin' for their Christmas gift. I know if I catch em' they'll plead the fifth......

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...The Gathering Brought together. Late summer along the North Platte At the wandering river bed flanked by cottonwoods. They have been drawn, emptying out their small town for the celebration to ......

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...High up amidst a forest slope, in bedding grounds where whitetails lope, by ledges hidden from our eyes, a quirky outcropping does lie. Breaking a broadleaf canopy, the scree-slope of an old q......

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...Rocky Mountains by Adrian Sutalo North Park valley where outdoor adventures await, Great Lakes to Rocky Mountains journey, to seal a cervidae’s fate. Roads past endless cornfields stretc......

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...(Historical train-ride on the first Transcontinental Railroad in 1870 from Omaha to Ogden aboard the Union Pacific Railroad) © 2009 (Jim Sularz) I can hear the whistle blowing, two short b......

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...The Union Pacific steamer billowed clouds of smoke as down the rails it raced! Young soldiers aboard the crowded train contemplated the dire fates they faced. Melancholy thoughts of hearth and home t......

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...My history beckons like the Prairies Dry towns. Cute and fierce, Fearless and enslavement, As the likeness on the Platte, The Powder, the Niobrara, the Tongue, the Snake, The Yellowstone, who, as......

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...This poem was written by an old man who died in the geriatric Ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Neb. He left nothing Of value, only this poem which I thought had a very strong Message and......

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...Chiefs Black Kettle, White Antelope and tribes of Cheyenne and Arapahoe, In November of eighteen sixty-four camped nigh Sand Creek in Colorado, Sending out hunting parties to harvest bison that wer......

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