Reaching into depths of intellect, memorizing every detail as
it's being seen in music, rallying together, taking everyone
into a western frontier of yesterday.
A glorious time in the beauty and landscapes of the past, just
enjoying the totally perfect exercise interiorly, giving a heads
up to all those who think the 21st century is better.
A mere poet looks about at progress and its clutter, saying out
loud, hell no! wanting to live in the good old western frontier
of yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem