As far as the eye could see, seas of grasses
swayed under the summer sky,
cowboys were free to ride where-ever their spirit took them,
cattle roamed free to where the eagles fly.
Unrestricted freedom was the old westís way of life,
yes, it was its right,
then came manís cruelest invention, barbed wire strung on fences,
as if over night.
The fight was on, as the old freedom fought to survive, as
fences were erected, only to be torn down,
cattle and horses became entangled, torn and bleeding,
leaving on the faces of the freedom fighters, a deadly frown.
Gun fights blazed in an inferno of anger, as each protected
their right, to put up fences, and the others to roam free,
yet, the barbed wire eventually won the day, as cowboys,
†cattle and horses lost their freedom to roam the grassy sea.
Now, rusted and thrown down, it lays on highways and by-ways
as wooden and steel fences take its place,
the fight for unrestricted freedom is over, the old west
has lost its race.