Marilyn Lott

Gold Star - 9,916 Points (5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Oklahoma - Poem by Marilyn Lott

It was September when we drove along
A brilliant red dirt road
I remembered all the stories
That John McCornack told.

I’d been anxious to see the places
John nestles in his pages.
Old fences, barns and homesteads
Some collapsing now, in stages.

I felt close to you, John, my friend
As the sun on the red dirt gleamed
When I finally reached God’s country
It was everything I’d dreamed.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011

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