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After 1880, land colonizers lured a number of farmers to the Panhandle Plains of Texas by promoting the agricultural benefits that might befall a landowner in this vast area.

Hi, I’m Juan J. Morales, an assistant professor of English at Colorado College and a poet in Pueblo, Colorado, here for Poets on the Plains. Today I’m excited to share with you a poem by Lisa Zimmerman, titled, “Perhaps the Truth Depends.”

Hello everyone in High Plains Radio land. I hope it is a good day for you all wherever you are and whoever you are. My name is Rachel Jackson. I'm a citizen of the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma. I live in Oklahoma City in the beautiful cross timbers of the Southern Plains.

When homesteaders left their forested hillsides of the East and arrived on the treeless plains, they must have wondered what in the world they would use to shore up the face of a dugout, put a fence around their land, or confine a milk cow. With few trees in sight to be used for lumber and fence posts, the new arrivals in one area of Kansas looked beneath their feet and found unlimited resources in the limestone that lay just below the topsoil.

On warm nights when my bedroom window was open, I could hear the endless stream of vehicles on Route 66. We lived in a small house at the east edge of Baxter Springs and across the street from my window was a pasture and on nights when there wasn’t any wind the sound of escape — the rushing of tires, the shifting of gears, the bellowing exhaust of trucks hauling goods to Oklahoma or Missouri — swept across the field with the night breeze.

It’s commonly understood that adding organic matter to your growing soil can benefit your plants, but what’s less understood are the ways that too much organic matter can lead to worse results. This week, we’ll talk about how to make sure you’re not overdoing it in your garden!

Hello, everyone in High Plains Radio Land. I hope it is a good day for you all, wherever you are and whoever you are. My name is Rachel Jackson. I am a citizen of the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma.

Hi, I’m Benjamin Myers, a former Oklahoma Poet Laureate here for Poetry on the Plains. Today I’d like to share with you a poem by the excellent Oklahoma poet, Paul Bowers. Bowers is recently retired from teaching writing and literature at Northern Oklahoma College and lives with his wife on a ten-acre farm in Ringwood, Oklahoma.

On warm nights when my bedroom window was open, I could hear the endless stream of vehicles on Route 66. We lived in a small house at the east edge of Baxter Springs and across the street from my window was a pasture and on nights when there wasn’t any wind the sound of escape — the rushing of tires, the shifting of gears, the bellowing exhaust of trucks hauling goods to Oklahoma or Missouri — swept across the field with the night breeze.

Hello, I’m poet and professor Benjamin Myers here for Poetry on the Plains. Today I’m sharing with you a poem by quintessential Oklahoman poet Quraysh Ali Lansana. Lansana is the author of over twenty books of poetry, nonfiction, and children’s literature.