Oklahoma way
On the banks of the cottonwood
My father saw the bluejay fly
He chirped as if to say goodbye
And waved the best he could.
Near the Cimmaron river bed
Horse thief canyon we rode
Astride our mounts we had strode
On the sand bars we sat and fed.
With first rays of morning sun
The redbuds came ablaze
We were mesmerized that day
Till violet dusk had come.
Father said how blessed we were
To live in the red man's land
The buffaloes we tanned
And wore the rabbit fur
An Oklahoma life we live
Farming and raising calves
Now the highways cut the land in half
But we Okies always thrive.
Categories:
cimmaron, dedication,
Form: Rhyme
Being born of this red clay
In our states first capitol
I caught my first catfish
Rode horses on the farm
My face was sunshine warmed.
Being born of this red clay
Where the Devon is so tall
Chicken fry my favorite dish
Loving our country charm
The folks here kind and warm.
Being born of this red clay
I hear my mommas call
Bedtime prayers not to miss
As my socks she did darn
By the fireside so warm.
Being born of this red clay
Spring days we did loll
As the Cimmaron did swish
There we found no harm
The summer water so warm.
Categories:
cimmaron, beauty, culture, nature,
Form: Rhyme