AngelTears6996 Posted 21 years agoBlack Jack Tree
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.