WESTERN WORLD


 The old west, a place where a cowboy could 
 Roam the land,

 Drifters could be seen riding in from the 
 Horizon, long ago.

 Wagon trains with families seeking that new 
 World of hope and prosperity,

 Bandits and outlaws, robbing banks, criminals 
 Of the day hanging from trees.

 A western town where a sheriff walked the street 
 Trying to keep some peace,

 Gamblers could be heard drinking and howling 
 From a saloon, long ago.

 Dance hall girls dressed for the time, somewhere 
 Back in a western time,

 The eighteen hundreds, where pioneers carved a
 Trail through the years.

 Western world, where families worked the land, 
 the future was a mystery to be Seen.
                 Keith Garrett