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Out West
West of the River
West of the muddy Blue River
stands and old stone home,
that waits for us to return.
West of the old stone home
across a gravel road,
rolling hills define our valley.
West of the gravel road
atop the highest hill on a clear night,
the lights of three towns are seen.
East in the shadow of the western hills,
sets that old stone home of the glen,
a table waits for our prayers to fly,
on golden wings to the foot of Calvary.
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by Bobby Coles
Heeding the call out west
Leaving your world behind
Seemed to be a noble quest
Uncertain of what you would find
Spirit
by Sid de Knees
Before the west was won.
When forty-fives, were law to men,
and fastest pulled was rule of day,
and open flames provided warmth,
for
Henry was a determined Nova Scotian
From the Canadian East Coast
The Atlantic Sea gave him its bounty
And the fishing rights
Far out west is where my heart was won
next to a pickling cactus in the midday sun.
It was a day when not a lizard stirred
not
The sand and the sun
are reminders of some
Of the real men this country
Was based on
It is just but a page
In a book, on a shelf
of
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