Chris Houk

(San Ramon, California, USA)

The West

Can you hear those cries?
Can you hear those agonizing cries of despair?
We must fall to the beat of the toms-toms,
Of the rattling leaves,
Of tough leather voices. Come journey to the free land,
To a home, a dream, a universe of sacred reality;
A land born from the hands of the Creator; our loving Father. Come child of the stars, daughter of the wolf, son of wild horses.
We are but characters of the western story.
The cowards, the noble, the strong.

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