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Out here in the west
As he rode back towards the prairie flats
A place to rest his weary head
The coyotes made their nightly rounds
Near the place he’d make his bed.
He eyed the snow-capped mountains
Out here I the west
The cowboy’s thoughts reflected on
Some things he loved the best
To the bawling of the cattle
The drifting of the wind
The creaking of the saddle
The pride he felt within
To the prairie sentry watchdogs
As they scurry to and fro
The sight and sound of nature
An the places that he’d go
To the river, stream and canyons
The valleys green below
He paused to watch the setting sun
Display its evening golden show
Happiness was the little things I life
This sunset passed the test
He was thankful for this moment
Out here in the west.
