It’s the stars that blanket the High Point over Kenton.
It’s a late-afternoon picnic on Cavanal Hill.
It’s the foliage along the Talimena Byway.
It’s Eischen’s in Okarche, Click’s in Pawnee, Cattlemen’s in the
City and Meers in Meers.
It’s Seqyoyah and Black Kettle; Woody Guthrie and Will Rogers.
It’s the ghost of Alfalfa Bill Murray surveying the land from
his perch atop Tucker Tower.
It’s the sun rising over the Ouachitas and falling over the
Wichitas.
It’s “Go Pokes” in Stillwater and “Boomer Sooner” in Norman.
It’s peaches in Porter and strawberries in Stilwell.
It’s a simple wave peeking over the steering wheel of each truck
you pass on a county road.
It’s the faith of the ranchers, praying for rain.
It’s the courage of a fireman, pulling a baby’s broken body out
of the rubble.
It’s April 14, 1935, April 19, 1995 and May 3, 1999.
It’s the resiliency of a community to rise above any adversity.
It’s you and me, however different, united by a common bond.
It’s Oklahoma and it’s OK.
