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