I’m
an acorn, small and round
Lying
on the cold, hard ground.
Everyone
walks over me
That
is why I’m cracked, you see
I’m a
nut. I’m a nut. I’m a nut, I’m a nut, I’m a nut.
Not
so early morning call
Packed
and ready, one and all
Moses
learned consistency
Humbled
us, ‘cause so must we
Stopped
for breakfast in Blue Eye
Reminisced
with a big sigh
Round
the circle one last time, Aaaaand …
Round
the circle one last time
On
the road some secrets slip
And
THIS bard is NOT tight-lipped
When
he naps you must beware
Or
take a chance – see how you fare
Cathy
flirts with young George Strait
Winks
exchanged, is it a date?
Suzann
longs for a stagecoach ride
With
WOW jeans cowboy at her side
Off
the boring (but fast) interstate
Through
small towns, there’s six, now eight …
So
when you’re tired and need a thrill
Look
outside and ”Do the Bill”
Passed
a real sad Okie place
People
can’t accept its fate
Town
is gone but names still rank
Like
Prior Farms and Prior Bank
Kenefic
and Wewoka
Wapanucka,
Wetumka
“Skip
these unique named small towns,
“Stop
at Arby’s,” Cathy frowned
Arby’s
fix for Cathy done
Now
she’s glowing like the sun
PK
stopped for some “relief”
Girls
walked in and gave a screech
Through
Atoka we did go
Waved
at Wyrick’s lumber show
Then
to Tushka, saw our school
That
sent us help and words so cool
Back
in Texas, half past five
Saw
some hot air balloons rise
Cathy’s
trivia kept us sane
‘Til
we got back home again
In
Acts 19:25-26, a pagan idol-maker says, “Men,
you know that our prosperity depends upon this business. You see and hear that not only in Ephesus,
but in almost all of Asia, this Paul has persuaded and turned away a
considerable number of people, saying that gods made with hands are no gods at
all.”
Father,
it’s kind of cool that even a pagan was recognizing that you were at work all
around him. Help us recognize your work
as well. Amen.
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