Like neverland, the place
Of children's dreams
The land created hope and things
Filled minds with unseen dreams.
Too big to measure
Too varied to resist
The West laid waiting
A jewel on nature's breast.
Indians claimed it first
Not knowing others had come before
It was theirs now by possession
Yet possession wasn't enough
To keep it free of aggression.
Settlers came from far and near
To stay, they each proclaimed.
God's country, they said in awe
Where man can make a name.
It wasn't easy they soon learned
To fight nature and the Indian too.
It was an awful choice they had to make
That changed the world, themselves too
But they kept on working at it because
It seemed the thing to do. Why?
For dreams are made for doing
And the future demands it true.
So, slowly changes came although
With death and dying,
A mother's loss, a father's anger
Yet here and there a ranch. a farm, a child,
Until in satisfaction
The settler found his smile.
With difficulties on both sides
They agreed that men are men,
And the Indian finally became a friend,
A neighbor who knew the land, began
To make changes of his own.
Sent his kids to school and bought
From the white man's store.
Yet old ways lingered sad and strong
For all who called it home,
And before long, the horse had become
A symbol, oh, there were others, but
The horse carved a place in the white man's
Mind and it helped to build unity between
Old and new, and there was a bond
Built of strength and spirit
And a promise of what is true.
But as the cowboys did their ranching
An old claim reared its head
Ownership by possession
Became the farmer's dread.
Fighting came and killed both sides,
But soon as fighting was over
They followed each their way
Having learned again their lesson
By the hard way.
And by the grace of God,
The land was here to stay.
But then a new kid came to town
Ain't it the way? But for sure
This were a different breed for sure
He chose a different way and instead
Of guns or fences, he advertised his ways.
An artist by profession, he saw
The horse's spirit and painted him
Inside out to show the fire
He saw reflected in his eyes , and
Would you believe it now, that
Ever one from ocean to ocean
Loves the horse and land and
Visits in the heat of summers
To learn how it was in yesterdays
Indian, cowboy, farmer, artist
In harmony with the land.
God's light inspires the artist
As it glorifies our ways
And gives to each a blessing
As it closes down the day.
Now we close the circle
Content within its breadth
From petroglyphs in dark caves
To electronics eclectic waves
Whatever tomorrow holds
Of work that's grim or plain
We can be thankful for the artist's soul
Who helped convinced us
Our souls are one.