Living years in the desert, whether in winter or summer, always finding the wonder and beauty everywhere when walking down dusty trails of a western yesterday.
One filled with the spirit of the western frontier, showing everyone the tumultuous and easy-going life of cowboys that used to live here through the years.
Now all but disappeared, because of greedy developers and corrupt politicians, but images and memories beckon to those who always remember the good ol' times on a western desert frontier.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem