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
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