The little kid sat on his knee

And looked up with stars in his eyes

He said, “Granddaddy, tell me again

How it was when you were my size.”

The old man remembered with care

And the memories flooded his mind.

He said, “It was wild and free in the west

But that was before your time

I had me a little blue roan

And son, he could run like the wind.

And right over there where the parking lot is

we raced and always would win.

Where they put up the State Valley Bank

The Indians would camp on the site

And the very first antelope herd that I saw

Was right at the new signal light

And down by the furniture store

Where every week they have a sale

The Overland stage at the end of each week

Would come by and drop off the mail.

And, oh, I remember the time

When Buffalo Bill all alone

Caught up with the Daltons and they shot it out

It was down by the savings and loan.

And Grandma, may she rest in peace

Would wait for me down by the strand

And finally, one day, I gave her a ring

That spot’s now a hamburger stand.

Asphalt and pavement now run

Over all of my boyhood days

People need people and out west they came

But I don’t begrudge’m their ways

Oh, yes, it was different back then

And everything’s changed so it seems

But deep in my heart I miss it sometimes

So I have to go back in my dreams.”

Baxter Black is a cowboy poet, former large animal veterinarian and entertainer of the agricultural masses. As he puts it, “he has a narrow following, but it’s deep!” He resides in Benson, Arizona. Additional information about him can be found at baxterblack.com.