Those Oklahoma sunsets
Folks sometimes take for granted
There is no place are they prettier
Anywhere on the planet
Tall and extremely majestic
Are the magnificent windmills
You put those two together
It’s an understanding thrill
The flowers are unique
That adorn the Okie world
Pink and yellow and others
At times the shades are swirled
Grain bins everywhere
That prove it’s a farming state
Raising a family here
Is so exceptional and great
A relaxing kind of life
Like in the famous old west
Yes, Oklahoma hills
Is the place that I like best
Life is so relaxing
And is really truly folksy
Yes, this is what it’s like
For a person to be an Okie!
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Marilyn, I enjoyed reading your poem, Being an Oakie. I have some friends who are living in Oklahoma or who are from there. Thanks for sharing. ~ Sonia