I live in the west
Continent and state
I live in the wild, wild west.
The cows still run
The dust still flies
The natives are still fighting to survive.
The waves still beat
The trees still burn
The sky is still blue as turquoise.
But most of all
In the wild, wild west
The white man still
Scuffs his boots
Paws the dust
Climbs the fence
Swims the creek
Slings his gun
And tries to tame the wild, wild west.
Written 7/31/19 after the Gilroy, CA shootings.
Image from National Geographic.
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