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Mr. Bowker, a Cozad High School teacher from 1961 to 1965, has published a nice litte volume of poetry, his fourth. He writes of the river, the dust and the sky. he knows cottonwoods and sand pits and time so simple and slow, it includes a blacksmith. He was my high school English teacher and I loved him for it, so did most of his students. He was 8 or 9 years older- 4 college years and 5 years teaching junior high at Osceola. Mr. Bowker was born in the small, think 200 persons, town of Alexandria, 50 miles south of York. Upon leaving Cozad, he taught 5 years (1966-1970) at Hastings College.  - Charly Knauss, Class of 1963 Cozad High School.
Larsen Bowker attended college at Kearney State, the University of Wyoming, and at the University of Rhode Island. His poems have been published in Connecticut Review, Poet Lore, Midwest Review, California Review, and the Potomac Review, (and several dozen other publications.) He is a jazz buff who collects records and books. He lives in Blacksburg, Virginia where he was an English teacher and Varsity tennis coach at Virginia Tech. His wife, Jeanette Turner Bowker is an artist, and illistrator of his books.
“Larsen Bowker’s voice in Flowers from a Deeper Soil is a clean vision of the High Plains, spied from Virginia mountains, of boyhood from the vantage of retirement, of had living through the lenses of poetry. Amidst hay bales, train lines, and wooded churches... these are elegies from an unsung master; honest, elemental, and durable.” - Joseph Lennon, Director of Irish Studies, Villanova University
“Larsen Bowker grew up in the hills and gullies of farmland better suited for pasture than crops, and found poems among the men and women who every day struggled against the land, the weather, and themselves, in a small town surrounded by hard scrabble farms, a town not knowing it was dying and farms unaware they would soon be corporation owned. Remembering the past in its mortal flesh, lunges us toward daylights love affair with shadows, silences that would otherwise go unheard.”