To the South

What a beautiful sight The mountains and such Cacti all around Careful not to touch A glorious place A few drops trickle down Nothing but orchards And fields to be found A lovely bird Red head and black tail Making its home Then ready to sail Through the blue sky Clouds swirling about The sun shining bold' Steady and stout Many a hoof print On the well trodden ground Men with big hats Roam trails all around Through the swinging doors And into the big room Glasses hit with a thud As they crowd and caroon It takes only a spark Then into the street Guns drawn at the hip Ready to release That silver tip thing It flies through the air One hit in the gut No more worries or cares The simplicities of life Once upon a time Only the fear Of saving you