Page 23 - PoemsNeathTheWesternSky
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Wealth is measured in many ways, the western sky has always been the
Fort Knox of sunsets.
The Range
Blue sky's and golden sunsets,
drifting shadows without cause.
Nary a cowboy while saddled up
Fails to turn and steal a pause.
Gazing over fields of splendor,
Taking in the grandeur of it all
This is where he seeks his measure
This is where he makes his call.
Sits a man of grit and purpose,
Strong in the ways of old
this is where he call's the circle,
This is where he finds his gold.
