Poetry: Out West - by Shelly Purucker

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by Shelly Purucker

Created on: April 14, 2009

Call to him into the night, for it is cool and the moon so bright. Bring him around so I can see, a mass so tall , I'll climb a wall. Lift him high into the sky, his heart climbing with each beat of mine. He was the Best living far Out West, My Father and me shall no more be. I catch the light with eyes closed tight, this can't be true he isn't due. I am still with all the fears, Lord let view through these tears. I am strong since he is gone, the hands now rest from the west.

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