My Trip Out West

MY TRIP OUT WEST In the wide open spaces of Wyoming Where sheep and horses graze I took a notion to do some roamin' And spend at least a few days The days turned into weeks The weeks turned into months I had to go back to take a peek 'Cause I had been there once So I ended up in U Cross Population twenty five So small no one could get lost Beautiful and hard to describe A local ranch put me to work Making beds and cleaning stalls Host, bell hop and soda jerk Mending fences, and that ain't all I ran a jack hammer, maintained the pool Conducted trail rides for the guests Took care of horses, learned to use tools And sometimes got a chance to rest In a gorgeous meadow surrounded by hills Where the deer and the antelope play Stood a quaint log cabin with all the frills Was where I was allowed to stay And when the stars came out at night I thanked the Lord that I was there To behold this awesome, breathtaking sight Serene and peaceful beyond compare I could go on and say much more Writing page after page, after page And I don't think you would really be bored But it would take so long you would age So I'll say no more about U Cross And the time that I went roamin' But in my memories, I become lost And want to go back to Wyoming Curtis Moorman 28 July 2017