The West by Abbi Wharton

The West

There was a time when the west was feared.

There was a time when only the bravest ventured.

There was a time when the story of the West was written on the saddle of a horse.

When natives worshiped the plentiful and beautiful earth they lived on.

When horses ran free, hoof beats many, but hearts beating as one.

Then came the time where the natives were driven away.

Then came the time when the horses were restrained.

But nothing came without a fight.

Now the west is still as beautiful, still holding the glory of former days.

Now the west is conquered by the fantastic achievements of man.

Now the West holds more people that go on everyday with their lives,

not realizing what the west once was and still is.

The west was once a place of mystery, now a place of familiarity.

So don’t pass by the west without remembering what it once was.

Where natives worshiped the plentiful and beautiful earth they lived on.

Where the horses ran free, hoof beats many, but hearts beating as one.