Little knotty black jack tree,

Oklahoma's kind for me.

Where sand rocks are,

and prairie grass.

Where meadow larks whistle,

and soft winds pass.

A tarapin crawls across my path,

Where daisies blue,

and daisies white.

Are too my eyes a pleasant sight.

My pony stomps his feet at flies,

I lift my hat and rest my eyes,

beneath a stubby black jack tree.

Oklahoma's been kind for me.

And while we rest in the cooling shade,

A little wren she's not afraid.

Come's cherping, scolding close to me,

you get, from here you great big tramp,

I wipe the prespration from my forhead damp,

The scene is restful to my eye.

A lizard seems himself close by.

I like this Oklahoma sun.

I like these black jack's everyone.

This Poem or story was written by my great great Grandmother Valley Meadows in 1916.
And a very nice one it is. It needs a spell-check, though.
Your great-great-grandmother seems to have been a very decided person, '96!

I like the refrain: 'Oklahoma's kind for me'.


A lizard seems himself close by.

I like this Oklahoma sun.

Those lines could sit quite happily in a poem by Frost.

Students: Are you brave enough to let our tutors analyse your pronunciation?
My great grandmother was very poetic she used the experience's in here life and put them to words.

When she wrote anything it was allways in poetic form.

I'm glad that you enjoyed it. If you liked this one you will also like Tell me Cimarron.

Jessica Lamb