John McCornack Poems

When I see a herd of buffalos roam wild and free
That experience always makes me jump with glee
But now I am traveling on a very warm winter day
And therefore there is no extra time for me to play
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Each Friday at 9AM the Feista Room begins to chatter
When Sweet Sue calls together the people that matter
These people gather for Krispy Kreme and a chance to play
For it is for these reasons Fridays have become a special day
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When possble start the day with a winter time sunrise
Then toss in a few WindTouched horses as a surprise
And then turn on the radio for some Mustang Sally
Then continue on down the road for your sunrise rally
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Inquisitive cows in a red dirt pasture with a train car
It is a special sight to enjoy even when you travel far
It seems almost like going home for I have been told
Therefore will continue to travel on this red dirt road
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More slowly they moved over familiar ground
As if they knew they were homeward bound
There was a certain feeling in the cold still air
As all those who watched knew it was not fair
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At the first hint of spring,
my mom would grab
a couple of buckets
and we would walk down
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Two simple directions we all want to go
But not easy as we all learned to know
The button was pushed, the bell said ding
We quickly arrived at 2 1/2 before a ring
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Slowly the great wheel of life continues to turn
For many reasons Oklahoma became home for many people
Displaced Indians from many eastern states
Blacks from the southern states looking for a new start
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Nature grows the weeds and grasses
The wind whips the horse's mane.
They travel, horse and a pretty cowgirl
Through a land that starts with Maine
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Everywhere amongst us they are continuing to grow,
Some like wild coyotes, to always tell us about spring
Others, like rabbits with colors that seem to over flow
Standing like beacons of light to the Cove they bring
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