The sun dances on the horizon <br />With the morning wind, <br />Up, to rise alive <br />And go west, once again. <br /> <br />Why each day <br />Does the sun go west? <br />Perhaps with age <br />It has found which way is best. <br /> <br />Or, then again <br />Maybe it's just luck to go that way, <br />Over and over <br />Day upon day. <br /> <br />No matter the reason <br />I must confess, <br />Of the way in which it goes <br />I am most sincerely jealous. <br /> <br />For I take to heart <br />And put to the test, <br />Those wise words of Horace Greeley: <br />' Go West young man, go West! ' <br /> <br />West. Where the souls of mountain-men are born <br />And the beauty of nature yet thrives; <br />Where liberty, freedom, and eagles, soar <br />And the spirit of the wild still speaks to human lives. <br /> <br />Every time able am I <br />It is precisely where I desire to go, <br />For westward is the way <br />My own free-spirit beckoned does flow. <br /> <br />I come alive out there <br />And always shall, <br />Engulfed in the blazing west <br />Where of it all, I never get my fill. <br /> <br />So burn on westward sun <br />Burn on I loudly say! <br />Burn ever jubilant onward <br />Along your own wonder-filled western way. <br /> <br />In spirit undying <br />I am with you... <br />Toward that fine day when <br />Westward, there I go too.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-west-2/
