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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
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
Out west we have
A history all our own
We took this land
(Some say stole)
And made it our home.
It started with "Manifest Destiny"
Chasing
out west
west of the Pecos
west of the Mississippi
the landscape wide
the landscape tall
unbound by eastern convention
western
Their fires hugged the eastern shore
Close to their ships for good measure
Some in chains, some with promises
All with hopes
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