In a meadow of native buffalo grass
and cedar groves, a Live Oak has
survived more than three hundred years
in timeless red earth. This solitary old
man has lived through storms, broken
dreams and promises gone unfulfilled.
Drovers and Indians rendezvoused
here to exchange gifts for grazing rights.
Lovers have picnicked under his canopy.
More than one drifter has sought wise
counsel under the impressive limbs.
This grand survivor has much to say.
Witness to the Land Run, to statehood,
witness to our sins, and to our hopes.
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