SOMEWHERE WEST OF WALL STREET
I am not at home on crowded streets,
They don’t appeal to me.
In the heart of God’s cathedral
Is where I want to be.
So I take the outside circle,
When the stars are growing dim.
See the morning light play shadows
All along the canyon rim.
I feel the prairieFlush a dozen Bobwhite quail.As I guide my favorite cow horseDown a rough and rocky trail.
