John McCornack Poems

By the shores of Okie-homee,
By the dusty, sunburnt trailway,
Stood the wigwam of McCornack,
(Man-child of the corn-McCornack) .
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My mom taught me

We wouldn't have near the trouble
with our educational system
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At the end of our Red Dirt Road,
the only time we ever locked our car
was during the months of July and August,
because we didn't want too many neighbors
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By the shores of old Pee-o-ree,
Mule and rider stopping, resting.
Mule deciding 'gainst going onward...
Dying from the weight, McCornack's.
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Every morning I try to travel some red dirt roads
I always listen closely to what they have to say
Normally red dirt roads are very safe to travel
Until one morning a motorcycle started my way
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Ice and snow mark the arrival of this new year
But my car is filled with gasoline. What a thrill
So I am anxiously awaiting to start my journey
Now I must find a red dirt road and go over the hill
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Sometimes I am asked why I moved to Yukon
That life decision was made many moons ago
But it was made after careful consideration
And at the time it was the perfect place to go
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From a distance horizon... hoofs approach
Silently they move in their own special way
For they are the bovine royality of the range
And their long horns are on constant display
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Cloud Chief has and will always be my home town
Even when I go east, west, north, south, up or down
But now it is time to try to break out the back fence
And hit that trail back to my current Yukon residence
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My internal clock has no numbers
My time is all about light and dark
For it is the beginning and the end
Their celebration is my trademark
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