Oklahoma Farming Don’t give a pet’s name to any animal you plan to eat. The farm had a few ponds, some forested land and several big fields where oats and grass for hay and grazing were planted. It had a big garden, a long chicken house and a barn with a corral and a stock […]
A “civilized” Indian was one who found a way to tolerate and work with the foreigners who came from Europe. I have a rather involved fantasy which I dip into now and then. I’m on a television quiz show where the top prize is a million dollars. I get past the half-million level and the […]
A farmer of red dirt. This poem is set somewhere in time, between the last polio poster child and the end of home milk delivery, when they stopped making farmers (except for the exceptions). There was this old farmer I hung with three miles north of Fairland, Oklahoma, walking that funny way you do over […]
