It’s been a tough week. I have a very sick dog and all my attention is focused on her. It’s my littlest one, Pinch (weighing 3 pounds), and it’s serious, her liver. Sadly, today, I’m afraid we are loosing ground. I have a call into the vet for consultation now. Because of this situation, I have been unable to concentrate on writing so today, I am giving you something I wrote a while back.
In 2012, I was fortunate enough to travel with my husband to Oklahoma. This was an important trip for me as I was meeting some of my family for the first time. Actually, not the first time, as we had visited once when I was about five but it was very hard to remember any details about that trip and I didn’t remember who was there or exactly where we had gone.
One of the things we found very interesting about the area, was, the color of the dirt. Red, rusty-red, it was amazing. Now, I suppose a lot of you already know about red dirt but Steve and I didn’t so it was an intriguing feature to us.
Just as a tidbit of actual information for you, the red dirt comes from the mineral Hematite (an iron oxide), deposited during the Permian Age which occurred over two hundred fifty-one million years ago. This is the period which followed the largest mass extinction recorded in the history of life on earth. The extinction of certain life forms cleared the way for other forms to dominate and led to what has been called the, “Age of Dinosaurs.” That be known, I’ll continue.
With my fascination of the color of dirt, came the following poem. While out touring the area once homesteaded by my Great Grandfather, one day, stopping to actually feel the dirt, I thought of how it might have been back in the day. I thought about how it was just to mosey around and enjoy the country side but noticed too that as we walked the dirt clung to our shoes. Brushing it off was not an option as that just seemed to rub it in more.
The Dirt’s Red in Oklahoma
Have you ever set your boots down in the Oklahoma dirt
Tried to brush the dust off your jeans
only to get it on your shirt
then take your cowboy hat in hand and give your shirt a swipe
oh heck, now your hat’s red too
and you begin to gripe
“Lord I rode my paint all day, got blisters on my rear
But got the steers all rounded up
only to have this red dirt every where even in my ears
Ya can’t even wipe it off and I’m so tired I could faint
Takin’ a bath wasn’t in my plans
Goin’ to bed was, but now I guess I ain’t.”
Then you look around for a waterin’ hole
and to save time you jump in clothes and all
You went in lookin’ kinda smug but came out feeling a little small
Not only are your clothes still red
by golly now your flesh is too
You got that red dirt under your skin, now there’s nothing you can do
You look at yourself and ponder sayin, “Lord, I guess this ain’t so bad
I earned this rusty tan playin’ at workin’ hard all day
so I guess I’m not so sad
I got to ride my pony over the wide, flat open plains
I saw the sun rise and then saw it set again
I did my job and I got no reason to complain
I earn my livin’ doin’ what I want, riding Oklahoma near and far
some folks never see country like this
they live inside their cars
They can’t see beyond the bright lights’
It’s all business, a rushed and hectic day
Lord I sleep beneath the stars and my job to me is play
They worry about their money and they worry about their gas
Lord, all I really have to worry about
Is a few blisters on my ass.”
June 21, 2012