Harsh times, brutal work, laughter born of times shared, bonds forged of anything given in friendship attended by soft, caring eyes--perhaps a shovel and a tear--greeted our people moving west as they became . . . Westerners of lore.
Some Went West
Hot and dusty tales
Along trails littered with bones
Tend to be harsh ones
© 2006 Jim Ross


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