Red Dirt Elephants Poem by John McCornack

Red Dirt Elephants



When I was little kid at Cloud Chief at a time before yore
I use to sit around the pot belly stove at the country store
The conversation sometimes would end up with elephants
Usually with some wild tales from most of the participants

Charlie Maupin's had a red pair which had a touch of gray
He said they could plow 100 acres of land in just one day
As for me I was never quite sure of what I should believe
To what those Oklahoma Red Dirt Elephants could achieve

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John McCornack

John McCornack

Yukon, Oklahoma
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