Wednesday, January 20, 2010

They say here in Oklahoma where land was free to run.
Where Homesteaders made their claim,
and staked out land is where the West begun.
But I have another idea of the West
the land of cowboys and buckaroos all the same,
A place where vaqueros roamed and life was lived untame.
Where rocks and sage and purple mountains,
dance with the endless sun.
Where bandits thieved like Poncho Villa,
and even mamma packed a gun.
The "Old West" as it is called needed wide open land at best,
Not caged land scared with wire,
but mountains, canyons and deserts vast were the Real Wild West.

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