the world tried to break me
damn they tried
a place too big for fences
saddle of conformity don't fit
this heathen campfire never died

woodrow's ghost and fallen angels
smoothbores and church mules crooked 
highwaymen frontier prostitutes and engraved derringers
shooting church bells

fur muffs of polar opposites
the struggle of fiddles with broken strings
loyalties and alliances irrigate the hayfields
seventy five pound spirit bale outweighs
the modern cultural religious norm outdated by tree rings

I am the west - on freedom -
on movement - on expression
I'd ride it alone if I had to but thankfully
The Sundance Wives are with me
my spurs put the jingle bob in confession
makes the biggest f***ing noise playing out our past

the smell of leather will always be my hero
my ghosts wear triggers in ancient winds
who moved west to escape confinement
and conformity where an ivory handled derringer
palms proficiency in shooting to the stars who murder the foe

the world tried to break me
damn they tried
a place too big for fences
saddle of conformity don't fit
this heathen campfire never died

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist