A Journey from
1944 to … Now
1956
Ohio now—that’s where I was—
And Hiram was the town
Where we had moved—a tiny place—
My life had tumbled down.
Or so I thought those first few months
When I was, you know, new,
And tried to figure out this place—
Just how to be—and do.
But soon I had the best of friends—
Some still remaining now.
I’d fallen—lucky lad!—onto
The best of spots somehow.
Although my grades were not that hot—
And neither, natch, was I—
I soon believed that I now lived
Beneath a golden sky.
The school was small, so I could be
In every sort of thing—
From sports to music, plays to clubs--
I’d grabbed the golden ring.
Our Oklahoma dog still lived—
Dear Sooner still in form.
(He prob’ly wondered, though, just where
Had vanished all the Warm!)
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