The Wild Wild West Poem by Philip Lore

Early each morning,
After my chores are done,
I saddle my horse,
Ride into the sun.

Over West Texas trails,
Got a ten gallon hat,
Spurs on my boots,
Follow old railroad rails,
I'm back in the saddle,
Back to my roots.
Feet locked in the stir-ups,
With my ole cowboy boots.

Goldie, my horse is gentle and tame,
Ride her easy, don't want her lame.
Stop for a drink, at the mouth of a brook,
Dismount from my saddle,
Take in a long look.

Mountain tops covered with snow on a ridge,
Amazed at the workmanship of an old wooden bridge.
A gentle breeze brings such a sweet zest,
Just me and Goldie,
Its really the best,
Riding the dusty old trails,
In the Wild, Wild, West.