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Trails Old & New

From the Black Hills to the prairies, he sighed as his eyes turned hard & dark That was the path of the Buffalo, His finger traced a wide & sweeping arc You could tell he longed to be out there Just his dreams & the wide open plains, Crying out in triumph, as a buffalo he slew Now, the prairie is filled with big rigs & amtrak trains Still he dances & honors the old ways and waits for the prophecy to come true From Texas in to Saskatchewan, he sighed as his eyes turned hard & dark Along the Western Trail they pushed the longhorns His finger traced a wide & sweeping arc You could tell he longed to be out there Just his dreams & a dusty cattle trail Now, the cattle trails are covered in asphalt And Big rigs haul everything from cattle to the U.S. mail Still he rides & honors a time long past Marveling at the blending of trails, old & new From Hoover Dam out across the desert, he sighed as his eyes turned hard & dark That's the route the big rigs run, His finger traced a wide & sweeping arc You could tell he longed to be out thereJust his dreams & a wide open highway, In a decked out Peterbilt, shiny & brand new a different road, another adventure as night blends to day Hauling cattle, freight or cars, didn't matter each sunrise brings a different picture window view © January 2004

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