Across the plains of Oklahoma, through the land where it all began,
Let the sooner state surround me, with its red and honest land.
Find me there with burnished trees, where play made me a man,
Let the sun fall across the center, let life deal me a new hand.
The years have passed and times were hard, and the sun went slowly through,
But all the time we spent in loving
life, made clocks stand still and every thing be blue.
Life to us, has come and gone, and made the world feel true,
To others now we bless the best, and ask they live anew.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Chris Hall
NW Oklahoma
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