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Here I see the traces
Of wagon ruts and trails
Here I see the places
Where the wide, long wind
From the ever-distant West hails.
Ah, those places
I have never seen, yet know!
And, oh, for the places,
Where my heart is yearning to go.
But here there shines
Like a gleaming jewel
A sliver of spirit that adds
To my smoldering hope, fuel!
Here I see that others know
And will, through this, come to attest
That in all this world, you will never find
A place like the ever-wild West.
©Western Reservoir 2017