Rolling from silver-blue, round powdered edges Outside to in, overshadowing hedges

Etched on the daisy-buff fluff of the prairie, See it appear, unashamedly airy!

Blocking the sun with one corner, impeding Glare like a Sky Spirit’s bended arm, speeding

In no way, but glimpsed from the interstate, level — Muscular shoulder defying the Devil.

Cumulus Watcher, from Mingo Road, study — Sober, long-suffering, crimson and ruddy,

Stoic, unmovable, brave, bronze, aloof — How this dough rises on each vaulted roof.

Grandfather Sun, through the eyes of the East, Watches, himself, while it grows without yeast.

Scan the horizon beneath it — a tunnel Paler in hue, horizontal white funnel

Traveling under with sheep of its own, Not to leave, billowed above it, alone

Something so dignified, formal and grand Journeying forth to the Radiant Land.

Lowering windows to smell the aroma Buffeting through my revered Oklahoma,

Cherokee County is spreading its fingers Upward in praise. The Creator’s light lingers!