I’m going west. <br />Where the snow capped mountains <br />reach up to the heavens <br />and their streams <br />sparkle under the warming sun. <br /> <br />I’m going west. <br />Where the wild flowers grow <br />and spread a coloured blanket <br />as far as the eye can see, <br />and the majestic deer run free. <br /> <br />I’m going west. <br />To God’s Garden of Eden, <br />a place of peace and tranquillity. <br />Where skies are always blue <br />like skies aught to be. <br /> <br />I’m going west. <br />To a land that is free <br />from all the hatred I see. <br />Where each day is filled <br />with wonder from dawn to dusk. <br /> <br />I’m going west to be me. <br /> <br /> <br />10 April 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-going-west/
