The Wild West
I want taste and feel the prairie dust on my face like all the cowboys did.
I ride upon the territory of wild and untamed valley within how the west uses to be.
I want watch the tumble weeds flow by me as I roundup the stampede.
I need to feel the rawhide against my body as I hold my rifle steady upon my horse.
I want hear the whip cracking up the wind as I beat a bushwhacker for trying to steal my boots as I was sleeping.
I want sit high upon the mountain side as the Apache and Cherokee scream their hidden war cries as they dance around the fire for the coming of a war with the yellow eyes ones.
I am a desperado and yet the cowboy in me loves his spurs and sweet rodeo’s that makes your heart and soul soar like a flying eagle over your head.
I want to know what it likes to bite the bullet as shots ring about me.
How I want to belong to the Wild West once again?
I want hear the lonesome cries of the wolf as the train rolls by.
How the stagecoach must out run the Indians upon them?
I want watch the dude that become a ranger set out to finally be the marshal that get shot death in gunfight upon the dirty road runs between the town.
I want to hear the saloon girls purring and dancing about the floor as all cowboys come into the saloon to wet the mouths with the whiskey that is calling out to them.
I need to roam from Denver to El Paso, than from Sacramento to Utah as outlaw renegade
Than
I want to finally lay to rest in sweet Abilene where I lost my heart long ago.
©2007 Firestar
