oklahoma
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You wouldn’t think
His eyes would shine so bright
Beneath those clouds that fog his sight
But they’ve been aglow since ‘25
You wouldn’t think he would be so kind
I only have $10 in my pocket, but you can have it.
It's my last $10, but nothing in the world would make me happier than giving it to you.
I see that you're shivering, you can wear my jacket.
A bunny and a turtle
have a nice little quarrel
over who is the quickest one;
So they agree to a race
but the bunny has got pace
and the turtle just has his money.
It is now fin'lly starting
You are in your home
You are at the table reading the newspaper
Its calm outside
The trees are still
The birds are eating and picking worms from the ground
The sun is out
The fire glows in the darkened
night, while the onlooker bows with his
mind deep in thought, sitting on a
broken, charred log. Memories
sear his mind like the crackling and popping
flames burning away the
When I think of orientation
I dont immediately think education
when we think of excitement
Camp crimson is synonymous
we are sooner born sooner bred
Hurricanes, tornadoes, strange omens wreak day's woes,
Foes unseen, it's of the people unclean,
Pollution sown so mean, this is not just a dream,
Fiends of torrential rain, causing pain as the water flows down drains,
When there is nothing left
What do you do?
When there is nothing you can do
How do you send your time?
When there is no one to talk to
Do you talk to yourself?
Lying still, fur marred with dirt
I lie lost in the land destroyed by wind
The ground lay still now
Leaving behind remnants of a once loved town
My heart lay still
The world turns on
People walk over
I smell the aura of destructionAll around OklahomaI feel the night all over againAll too well
Mother Nature's test of will and strength
Us poets and Americans stand for you in length.
Winds were sent screaming through the fields like banshees,
But we are a country, country united, so show no worries.
Hurry, Hurry, into the deep
and you, my love, will be safe to keep
all alone and underneath
because up above the cyclone creeps
Sometimes,
As I watch the clouds drift by
In these simple Oklahoma skies
I think of how we first met.
Natural disasters affect us all
whether huge or small.
It is not until lives are taken
that we are truly shaken.
Horrible thoughts may cross our minds
and seep into our hearts that underline
My heart speaks out
To all the survivors of Moore
No person should ever experience that
The feeling of being torn
There's something magical
About the unpredictable weather.
Something cathartic
About the fiery orange and soft pink of the expansive sunsets.
But these simple treasures can't defeat the feeling of
