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by Jory Sherman
Singer of Beautiful Songs
There were two singers named Jimmie Rodgers. One was a brakeman who made his mark and then passed…
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by Jory Sherman
When I Die
The atoms of my physical body will seek other places to reside. My consciousness is part of the…
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by Jory Sherman
The Bull Creek Mountain Boomers
We all might have lived over 150 years ago. We looked like Old Timers with our muzzle loading…
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by Jory Sherman
The Snowy Hills of Winter
They drifted in during the night, those gigantic leviathans of black clouds. They were so stealthy…
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by Jory Sherman
A Hush at Twilight
Dusk. Twilight. Eventide. There is a moment in the day when all the geometries of the earth…
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by Jory Sherman
The Lost Voice of Tommy Overstreet
I met the snowy-haired country singer, Tommy Overstreet, in Branson when songwrier/producer Bob…
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by Jory Sherman
The Iditarod’s Long White Trail
When writer Gary Paulsen ran his third Iditarod in Alaska, he carried with him a still camera that…
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by Jory Sherman
Making Music in Branson
Bob Millsap and I almost never met. We were both mildly xenophobic. So, when Jean Cantwell,…
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by Jory Sherman
The Swimming Hole
Osage Creek, near Osage, Arkansas, is a small stream that I used to wade and fish for smallmouth…
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by Jory Sherman
Living Free on the Water
The kayak is a remarkable boat. It is a boat that has reached perfection in the extreme. To…
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by Jory Sherman
The Power and Glory of Jug Fishing
Bill Letterman was my neighbor when I owned a writer’s hideaway home in Cedar Creek, Missouri. …
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by Jory Sherman
Eve’s Nightingale
These Ozarks hills are very old. They are the oldest in the entire nation. Sometimes I sit atop a…
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by Jory Sherman
Song of the Dawn
When the morning gauze ripples in the wake of the fleeing night, there is the soft leathery warble…
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by Jory Sherman
FISHIN’ BUDDIES
The lake is a topaz mirror, a glimmer in the pale eye of dawn. The boat lies motionless…
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by Jory Sherman
THE MUSE IN MY EDEN
Fall Colors, College of the Ozarks Campus, Hollister MO What was there about…
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by Jory Sherman
New Memories Old Hills
God’s Country, Ozark hills Ridgedale MO The hillsides in the Ozarks bloom with…
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by Jory Sherman
SECRETS OF THE HILLS
Ozark Mountain Hills Eureka Springs, AR A long time ago, when the first pioneers…
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by Jory Sherman
IN THE SYLVAN STILLNESS
Early morning. It is quiet when I step into the woods. Mist clings to the hollows and…
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by Jory Sherman
WOOD SPRITES
There was a velvet autumn haze that morning when we left the road and climbed through the…
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