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I am Oklahoma through and through

The homeland courses through

My blood and calls me home.

Home to the rolling hills

And miles of open sky,

To grazing cattle and

The coyotes’ lonely cry.

I love the feel of the

Breezes on my face and

The power of the biting wind,

Spitting out freezing, blowing snow.

The bare trees speak to

My heart as they quietly

Sleep the winter away.

But I know that spring always

Returns green to them long before May.

The stars shine brightly at night,

In the sky overhead,

And a cold sun comes out

In the light of day,

Promising calming warmth,

If we’re brave enough to stay.

I am Oklahoma through and through