Heart of the Western Home

Gray wolves howl, horned owls summon their young Echoes tend the starlit night Junipers nest in crevices of metamorphic rocks Clover and strife are bedded by the light dew settling In the west the stage retains its natural beauty Unlike civilization of distant places undergoing restoration High terrains are provisional to its harbor side valleys Eagles soaring in the ultimate skies, falcons scouting for conspicuous prey The Grand Mesa, home to the pioneers and to those who make the pilgrimage