WESLEY WILLIS
Eldon, Missouri
Rhyming Haiku of Wyoming
Wyoming my all,
I love that land where howling
Coyotes yip and call.
* * *
Sandy trails alone,
With the rumbling buffalos
low guttural groan.
* * *
Swifter than gazelles,
Antelopes of Wyoming,
Wander distant trails.
* * *
Warrior chief, and braves
Strewn the vast Wyoming plains,
Now with distant graves.
* * *
Their forefathers talked
Of their great Wyoming range,
Where ancestors walked.
* * *
Their spirits still roam
With names of wild animals,
Forever their home.
* * *
For thousands of years,
They loved their Wyoming land,
With blood and shed tears.
* * *
A warriors great pride,
Father, mother, and papoose,
Together a tribe.
An Indian's land,
Roaming spirits from the past,
Will we understand?
* * *
I'm just a Cowboy,
Riding these plains that I love,
With herds I deploy.
* * *
Throughout Wyoming,
A melodie's in my heart,
With seasons singing.
* * *
Decades of the past,
With Cowboys and Indians,
Wyoming hold fast.
* * *
With seasons fleeting,
And the call of Wyoming,
Forever greeting.
* * *
Just me and my horse,
We move throughout the great plains,
Wyoming of course.
* * *
Where eagles still glide,
Vast Wyoming lay in stretch,
The land of great pride.
* * *
The land that I love,
Wyoming: Oh Wyoming,
Yes our, Wyoming.© 2003, Wesley Willis
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