Wyoming

by Garrison Locke

Snow capped mountains,

plains of golden grass,

verdant forests

bordered by zigzag fence,

fields of prairie dogs,

midnight blue glass-top lakes…

One day I’ll buy some land here –

a quaint house,

a small lake perhaps.

Miles and miles and miles

away from civilization.

Clean air.

Endless sky…

When the frontier life calls,

I think I’ll answer.

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