Song of the Arbuckle Mountains

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Up on the Arbuckle Mountains,

in South Central Oklahoma lands,

A special music flows through the trees,

a Chickasaw understands.




Mellow notes sound out their sing song,

to dance among the wild,

a calming tune of happiness sent,

by the winds, so cool and mild.




Played, as in psalms, a record of days gone by,

of a time so rich and full,

They create an aura of wonder and a mystique,

so attractive in their pull.




The red man walked along the trails,

in search of his shelter and of game,

Arbuckle, led the soldiers back then,

there, to be in honor of his name,




A man of fairness and integrity,

the commanding officer was to be seen,

A rich and wonderful landscape there,

in the mountains, lush and green.




Where the Indian walked and spent his days,,

and each respectful, in their ways,

A well named mountain of Oklahoma, a pride,

this, where the wild deer plays.




The wind song sings a merry refrain,

as the tones filter through the nights,

a tale of life in the great outdoors,

and so beautiful, to marvel in the sights.




The sunlight days and a moon bathed sky,

to light the paths of all yesterdays,

There is played in a harmony, the well sung song,

so natural and loving in its ways.




Sing me a song of the Arbuckles,

with its beauty and of its air, so clean,

Take me back to old Oklahoma times,

even now, a rich heritage, it to mean.




As chilling air wafts over the endearing scene,

a lonely owl gives us his call,

A beckoning spirit to summon us home,

As warm Summer, turns to the Fall.


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teaches12345 4 years ago

This reminds me of our Native American heritage with all the poetic verses and photos. Love the reflection of what the mountain holds for those who walk it.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Yes, my Creek and Cherokee heritage prompts me to write and tell the message of the most meaningful to us all. Thanks,as always, teaches12345.


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Matthew Weese 4 years ago from Auburn

I sure would like to find my Arbuckle Mountains.


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Time2Spare 4 years ago from Richmond, Virginia

This a great poem. And i love all the pics.. Voted up ...


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks Time2Spare, Matthew Weese, and teaches12345, for your positive comments and attention. Stay well.


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whonunuwho 11 months ago from United States Author

Arbuckles anyone?

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