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| You danced upon our land with a shuffle of your own. I thought you'd get tired...but tired wasn't shown. You danced for many hours, you shuffled many ways, you danced your devastation upon our happy days. I don't understand your existence here at all... sometimes you're very slender, sometimes you're very tall. Sometimes your stand is wide as you cast upon the earth - your tears of crystal rain and winds of mighty birth. You took unwilling hearts and cast them to the skies of darkness undetermined...leaving wonders and why's. You left your shadowed silhouette upon a torn land leaving it shattered...to be searched by human hands. You may cast your devastation in any shape or form, but here in Oklahoma, we're survival born. Little do you know 'bout Oklahoma as a whole, we are known as - "The Land of Helping Souls." No matter the trials, which, may travel here our way, on any given night, or on any given day... we, as a people, made of strong heart's indeed give to each other - no matter our own need. We may not stop your travel because of your strength, but we will hang together, no matter what the length. I suppose, of course, next year - we shall meet again as your gust of visitation will more than likely win. But you taught us a lesson upon this darkened day, and the next time you visit, we will not turn away. No...we will be ready, we will take our covered place while you shuffle all about us, we shall pray and hide our face. Dedicated to the victims of the Oklahoma Tornado which visited on May 3, 1999, and left numerous people without life, homeless and frightened, and more educated then before. |
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| Written by: Donna L. Sellers/Whiteite Please enter my domain. |
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