How the West Was Won Poem, by Will Shootman, at My poetic side

Clambering through the high grass, tracks and treads

stickers and thorns making way for the rusted ladder

On the way to the top of its spindly tower

Graceless and gaunt, the both of us

But I’d forever out here look through these old half-shattered windows

Searching the rooms for bits and trinkets left behind

Something for memory’s sake

Before the longbarrels and bluesuits come

Before the wrong light finds us

Both of us, graceless and gaunt

Whoop and holler and dance back into the wood

Leaving the ruins like a great metal Goliath to return again another Sabbath

And remind ourselves how the west was won

How the West Was Won