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A Forest Of Christmas

Three miles from town, further than that to a road with more than two lanes, some thirty miles, on a rise above the gravel and the...

Hitchita

A small band of Muskogean Indians, who were taken in to the Creek Tribe, had this small town named in their honor at the turn of the 20th...

Reading The Recipe

She had to work this morning, just five hours to get through the holiday, and I was left to start Thanksgiving dinner. "Peel ten pounds...

Over 50 Years Ago

Over 50 years ago, I made the trek up seven flights of stairs in Central Junior High; rain, shine, cold or hot with the windows wide...

Watch Their Faces

When Santa looks across the faces, and designs his speech and spiel, He'll know that he's got the family to look toward, (with faces...

Quilts

My mother wrote a book in the year 2000 about the second part of her life; her being born in 1936, losing her mother and then her father,...

No. 940

Built in 1903, in the heyday of railroads, rail cars, roads of two rails and switches and the salty smell of creosote ties and new rails...

Let Us Watch

Let us look among those who've fallen, try to find the very best, in all their grandeur that has been, find them now, at this time of...

Keeping The Walkway Clear

The lantana thrives with late blooms, The lovely flowers bring about, The awesome cooling red, With flowers, yellow lighting from behind....

Looking

How can one not watch, the growth of one so late, As the season unfolds, Fall sets in Small bits of rain, Coldness plays its part And the...

Riding The Hill

On the West edge of Binger, Up the hill before the road turns left, With a fine perfect lawn, grass that is green when the water falls,...

Just a Little Bit More

Sipping mamas' coffee out of the little round metal cup, that had been attached to the gray metal Thermos, captured hot off of the blue...

A Portion Of Oklahoma

In 1935, Oklahoma was one of the poorer tougher living places, having become a state just 28 years previous, but with the depression, the...

Oh Woe Is Me

Upon this frightful morning, with the weather to be so cold, the strains of night to run before, the temperature to drop down to the...

Feel The Night

Try to see. Watch the night come around you, all quickly, all in one piece, watch it cover those lenses you depend on for vision, smooth...

Watching The Fall

Watching the Autumnal Equinox roll itself across the plains, bringing daylight and dark instantly together, and after its instantaneous...

He Stands

Since the first week of March, he has stood there. Cool winds, a tiny bit of rain, the sunshine getting brighter and longer in its days,...

Canyon

65 million years. This land of beautiful time spent has changed. The changes are not seen, or felt, or radical enough in their way as to...

Riding Alone

Shaking the dust off his saddle, Will Rogers rides his horse Soap Suds across the hill that introduces people to Claremore. In the land...

A Little Seen

When you look upon a certain body of water, and perceive it as it lays there in the sun, your considerations my be different, but your...

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