<i>Little knotty black jack tree,</i><br/><br/><i>Oklahoma's kind for me.</i><br/><br/><i>Where sand rocks are,</i><br/><br/><i>and prairie grass.</i><br/><br/><i>Where meadow larks whistle,</i><br/><br/><i>and soft winds pass.</i><br/><br/><i>A tarapin crawls across my path,</i><br/><br/><i>Where daisies blue,</i><br/><br/><i>and daisies white.</i><br/><br/><i>Are too my eyes a pleasant sight.</i><br/><br/><i>My pony stomps his feet at flies,</i><br/><br/><i>I lift my hat and rest my eyes,</i><br/><br/><i>beneath a stubby black jack tree.</i><br/><br/><i>Oklahoma's been kind for me.</i><br/><br/><i>And while we rest in the cooling shade,</i><br/><br/><i>A little wren she's not afraid.</i><br/><br/><i>Come's cherping, scolding close to me,</i><br/><br/><i>you get, from here you great big tramp,</i><br/><br/><i>I wipe the prespration from my forhead damp,</i><br/><br/><i>The scene is restful to my eye.</i><br/><br/><i>A lizard seems himself close by.</i><br/><br/><i>I like this Oklahoma sun.</i><br/><br/><i>I like these black jack's everyone.</i><br/><br/><i>This Poem or story was written by my great great Grandmother Valley Meadows in 1916.</i>