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***
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