The Finale Of My Recent Six-Part Journey West
“You never know,
Which way,
That pickle’s gonna squirt.”
An Old Western Saying
I was now headin home through the Badlands
Down a deserted back country road, that day
When I eventually came upon an old road sign
‘Hey, Stranger! Old Edville, Is That A Way---->’
So, I made a turn, down that dirt road
And there it sat, a dusty old ghost town
It wasn’t even listed, on any of my maps
And there wasn’t another livin soul around
My dogs and I jumped out of my truck
And we started walkin around, old Edville
I love wanderin historic western ghost towns
And one named ‘Edville’ gave me quite a thrill
And soon, we came upon this old wooden shack
The real faded old sign above read ‘Edville Salloon’
And suddenly, I swear, we now heard music inside it
Which sounded like a real mighty fine old cowboy tune
So of course, my very curious dogs and I, marched on in there
But all we found were cobwebs, and a faded photo on the wall
Below that picture of three real ornery lookin characters at the bar
A caption read ‘Established by the Ed Brothers, 1870’ - that was all
And now, the entire trip home that day, I kept picturin that old town
And I had a real hazy recollection of livin there once, so very long ago
I often dream about past lives, and past experiences, and I get ‘déjà vu’
I reckon there’s a whole lot about this thing we call ‘life’ I’ll never know
And right now, I’m also tryin to remember,
Which one of them ornery old Ed brothers,
Didn’t know how to spell the word ‘Saloon,’
But I’m a hopin, that’ll come back to me soon.
Alas, the end of yet another marvelous journey,
Filled with ancient history and mystery, out west;
Wandering this magnificently vast continent of ours,
Always inspires me, and now, I can’t wait for the next.
©2009, Old Mr. Ed, A Guy Who Still Loves To Wander
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