Spirit Of Oklahoma

Poem By Stuart David Smith BSc.

Whatever be your true Faith,
As believers or doubters,
It matters not;
Your Children now live in peace,
free of this bitter world,
Perhaps, a comforting thought.

And when mother nature
And father time weave
Their intricate way,
You too, shall find this place,
Where tranquil beauty rules
The place, your Children now play.

So drink the cup of life;
Live, enjoy and prosper,
To conquer this terrible fate,
In the knowledge that
When you come home, your Children
Will greet you at The Gate.

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