The following poem was sent to me by my good friend Jimmie Martin of Pundant.com fame.
“People of the dirt” by Jimmie Dale Martin
(Republish rights to People of the Dirt granted with credit to The Oklahoma Centennial Heritage Collection 2007.)When the Christians came to Oklahoma Jesus was already hereHe was with all
Adamsrace everywhere whether far or nearThe Amerindians universally called Him the "Great Spirit"His words of truth are found in all our tribes and very explicitLove and truth and honor and family are woven thruout the landfaith and hope and charity, respect for the creator's firm handAdam means red man and means land of the red man OklahomaIn we are blessed with direct word links to His plan OklahomaWe are people of the dirt...tried by storm's wind and dust's stingWe endure the good and the bad and always know who is KingFrom the Arbuckles hilly ranges to the Panhandles desolationWe are red and white and black patriots...first to defend the nationThe proud Thunderbird our fighting symbol... the red bird, the PhoenixWe rise from our ashes and build anew after bombs blastWhen F5 comes our way we dig in and battle it to the lastWe are Okies whose grandparents waited out the wrath of dustand fermented our grapes into fine wine of our common trustHospitality is our middle name and love is our girtWe are common folk ...people of the dirt