Poetry
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Ballad of a Wildcatter
With the dawn of '75,
A new man came to town.
He had a goal and would survive.
No one could bring him down -
Happy Sesquicentenni-oil!!
Diggin’and drilling, Right on this spot, American oil was born.
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On a camping trip 50 years ago, my brother and I composed this little ditty for the 100th anniversary of the Drake Well
Back in 1859, In the land of deer and pine, Colonel Drake beside a hill
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Lunch Guest
I'd like to share a coke and pizza pie with Colonel Drake
A most informal setting for our mid- day dining break. -
On an Old 'Lease'
Screech, screech, the oil-wells go.
Nigh fifty years, I've heard the so:
'Tis music to my ear.
Number two and number 3
Hold the same shrill rivalry:
Seems as though they can't afford
To strike up any other cord.