It is a tiny little town in Oklahoma
Canute is the Indian name
Built out in the red dirt
Where lottery brought it to fame
Revivals were held in the early days
But now as you travel through
You’ll see old-fashioned windmills
The perfect picture for you
You will notice the storm shelters
Cotton Bolls out in the fields
Struggling to keep alive
This town is very small still
You’ll be able to spend the night
There’s a motel called Cotton Boll
Enjoy this town for a little while
You might take a little stroll
I think some of the best places
You can find while traveling around
If you take the time to notice
Are little country towns!
'Little' country towns, to visit - Sounds like fun! They always have a 'little' something there (of interest) - For everyone! Best wishes! *10*! Friend Thad
Your picture is simple, lovely, visual with nostalgia and colors of life and innocence. Actually you save Innocence and this is a value added of the poem. I give you a 10, dear Marilyn Lott! !
a good write...the last stanza lines tell a truth in poetic words...ten for this, Marilyn
What a pretty picture postcard poem. Charming. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Very nice! i expect this is your home town. What a nice way to show your love for it. Love it :) 10
Hi Marilyn. I feel as though I'm travelling down this road, great visual projection in your rhyming story. well done **10**. Regards Dave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
paints a pretty picture of quietness