I’d love to visit Montana and wander on the plains <br />And go camping in Yosemite and walk inside the rains <br />Catch a Greyhound bus, down the roads we’d dally <br />And make sure the driver stops in the middle of Monument Valley <br />I’d find myself a horse and saunter round the peaks <br />Be mesmerised by sunsets I’m sure I’d stay for weeks <br />Then I’d ride my horse to Yellowstone, and wander by a stream <br />And read the words of Whitman and go searching for his seam, <br />Maybe I’d go fishing and catch a big fat trout <br />Then wander by the moonlight when all the stars are out <br />I’d like to walk in circles round a giant old redwood tree <br />I’m sure I’d do it barefoot I’m soppy can’t you see <br />I’d catch a train to Aspen and breathe the mountain air <br />I’d sing a song to Huckleberry by the Mississippi where <br />The river flows so wide and catfish lie in wait <br />As Tom and Huck go fishin’ with Mr. Twain’s old bait <br />I’m sure I’d visit Sandra, imbibe her grace and style <br />Bump into Bob Dylan, maybe make him smile <br />Maybe visit Chuck who lives somewhere in Vermont <br />Then climb the Rocky Mountains it’s always been a want <br />I’d wander round for years and soak up all the views <br />Weave it in a poem and tell you all the news, <br />I know it’s just a dream that fits inside a rhyme; <br />But you never know your luck, I may wander there sometime.<br /><br />Wojja Fink<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/american-dream-10/
