Western atmosphere totally surrounding me here at Pioneer
Village, a surprise in the middle of the desert, spreading
itself in a sprawling and leisurely way for all of us to
enjoy.
Stepping along trails of dirt and rock, looking in all
directions at once, trying to see everything that has been
built here in this little haven of the old west.
Preserved history for future generations and now being used
to educate school children on how the west once looked and
how people lived in days of old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem