Captain of West
Hills of rocky wind and tree
East of here is nothing for me
Winding river roams below
Twisting toward Colorado
Rain falls little here
Nights like sleep no fear
Stars so many poke
Stay awhile there's time for toke
Fog lifts slow in morning
Cool nights of summer turning
Puffy cotton of cloudy day
True heat seems to stay at bay
And near the lake where I still play
Table of pine needles I choose to stay
I watch the sun die back down
So I might rest until I'm found
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