Reflections

Never in this world before or nevermore hereafter
Could a land know such a people
As the pioneer, the cowboy
His clothes, his conversation, his unique brand of lingo

All his devil deeds of daring
His hat, his bandana, the dirty boots
And ragged chaps
But mainly that sixgun dangling

So his hand could get it quickly
But draw your own conclusions
Lean to your own understandings
Your beliefs and your convictions

Disprove any fact recorded in these sounds
And songs and legends
But I ask you if you do be sure
You've walked in many moccasins

Over many, many pathways
And that you have listened carefully
Really listened to the west wind
And to everything it whispers

And then go back and listen, listen to this once more
To these legends and traditions
They're only one reflection of a tick of time of that time
Just ponder on the things that happened

As we gaze so very deeply
In the time and place and persons
Seeing now and then the West as it really was
And to tell you of a little that we saw there

And looking backward through a century
There was the True West there was the Real True West
Not demanding an argument but rather hoping you looked with us
And saw it as we saw it

And heard that west wind screaming, shouting almost speaking
Always whispering of these things we sang and spoke of
And you'll hear perhaps the things the we said in the stories
And the legends and traditions

Through the wind that breeze these tales
Of the ones who never made it
Yet fighting heat and mountains plains and valleys, snow and hunger
They went westward, westward, westward