Written for the daily prompt from The Daily Spur: https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2020/07/08/western/

Heading West

When I was young and so naïve  
I listened to my folks.  
I found what they said I did believe  
Even though most of it were jokes 
 
The story of the wild west 
was fantasized by me 
I wanted a pony who was the best 
so I could just ride free 
 
I thought a cactus was spiky 
no matter what the kind 
I guess they are, or most likely, 
for those that you can find 
 
So, what’s the point of my rant 
when I am from the east 
I want to go, but find I can’t 
until I’m eighteen at least. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

***I realize I only used “west” instead of “western” but I figured it would fit since that is what the poem is about***