by Docsynic

Created on: April 06, 2009

In the West,

Where I was born,

Papa raised horses,

And mama shalked corn,

Auntie took me to rodeos,

And I listened to bluegrass all the way home,

I thought my ears would bleed.

In the West,

In the middle of the day,

Folks road their horses,

Folks would bail hay,

Eggs were harvests from coops,

And though Hee-Haw was for comic relief,

For some it was a true reflection of life.

In the West,

Times have changed,

Gun fire lights up the streets,

Priorities are rearranged,

We hide our children indoors,

Praying the locks are secure,

Sadly reflecting on the way things were.

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