The Western

The Western shades of desert hues
Moved us to the shore,
And drowning tides of further reachings
Stunted our folksong lore.

We were men, and traveling,
Across sand and forests and lakes,
And if we stopped to take it in,
Then we gathered it all the same.

The rivers bent on pine fractures
And wild turkeys hummed with pumpkins,
Autumn found a winter breath
And we watched snow on northern beaches.

The Western shades of olive hues
And the promise of fertile land,
Pushed us far into this wormhole,
Of endless regret and never-had.