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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Oklahoma - with audio

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Oklahoma is that state
Which bares the worst scars
Of our country in its very soul
An Indian head penny
Minted and pressed out
In the great depression,
It's land still breaths the threats
And curses of the dust bowl
The spirits in the plains wind
Have drawn from deep wells of hatred,
Bigotry, hardship and bitter sleep
The ground yet boasts of
The blood of black tar
And the willows rest alone
The air is like dusty coffee
The people like a painting
For the clocks there are surreal
The earth is become brown and even
Supported by the hum and bumpy line
Of a bug-like pickup truck on the horizon
Fear not, for Oklahoma is a wide
And mighty roaring river of faith
Burnt and tested golden
In the furnace of time
It will carry each contemplative soul
Back to his or her destiny
Some on a whirlwind,
And that with great simplicity
Don't chase away the blackbird
When you catch his scrawny tune
His song may be the freshest event
That will split the serenity of your plateau,
Save the light of G-d
In the hearts of men passing near.

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