Out West

Neverland, the place of dreams

Creates hope and things

Filling minds with unseen dreams.

Too big to measure

Too varied to resist

The West laid waiting

A jewel on nature’s breast.

Indians claimed it first

It was theirs by possession

Yet possession wasn’t enough

To keep it free of aggression.

Settlers came from far and near

To stay, they each proclaimed.

God’s country, they said in awe

Where man can make a name.

It wasn’t easy they soon learned

To fight nature and Indians too.

It was an awful choice they had to make

That changed the world, themselves too

But they kept on working at it

 It seemed the thing to do

For dreams are made for doing

And the future demands it true.

Slowly there were changes

A ranch. a farm, a child,

Until in satisfaction

The settler found his smile.

The Indian became his neighbor

Making changes of his own

Yet old ways lingered sad and strong

For all who called it home.

The horse became the symbol

Of unity between old and new

A bond of strength and spirit

A promise of what is true.

But as the cowboys did their ranching

An old claim reared its head

Ownership by possession

Became the farmer’s dread.

But soon as fighting was over

And each had followed his way

They learned again the lesson

The land is here to stay.

But then a new kid came to town

A different breed for sure

Except he claimed possession

To advertise its lures.

An artist by profession, he saw

The horse’s spirit and painted him

Inside out to show the fire

He saw reflected in his eyes.

So at last we live together

All we who love this land

Indian, cowboy, farmer, artist

In harmony with the land.

God’s light inspires the artist

As it glorifies our ways

And gives to each a blessing

As it closes down the day.

Now we close the circle

Content within its breadth

From petroglyphs in dark caves

To electronics eclectic waves

Whatever tomorrow holds

Of work that’s grim or plain

We can be thankful for the artist’s soul

Who helped to make us whole.

3 thoughts on “Out West

  1. You always paint such vivid pictures with your words! You truly have such a gift for writing, as Rebecca said. I always enjoy reading your wonderful poetry.

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