Out where the handclasp’s a little stronger, <br />Out where the smile dwells a little longer, <br />That’s where the West begins; <br />Out where the sun is a little brighter, <br />Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter, <br />Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter, <br />That’s where the West begins. <br /> <br />Out where the skies are a trifle bluer, <br />Out where friendship’s a little truer, <br />That’s where the West begins; <br />Out where a fresher breeze is blowing, <br />Where there’s laughter in every streamlet flowing, <br />Where there’s more of reaping and less of sowing, <br />That’s where the West begins; <br /> <br />Out where the world is in the making, <br />Where fewer hearts in despair are aching, <br />That’s where the West begins; <br />Where there’s more of singing and less of sighing, <br />Where there’s more of giving and less of buying, <br />And a man makes friends without half trying — <br />That’s where the West begins.<br /><br />Arthur Chapman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-where-the-west-begins/
