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Passing of the Old West The West aint what it used to be before the wire bands Was stretchin out on every side and fencin in the lands; There aint the elbow room there was before the nester came And squatted on the virgin soil to cultivate the same.
It used to be so big and wide, so boundless and so free, As if a-stretchin out its arms and sayin Come to me; And we who had our cattle herds, we let em roam at will; There wasnt any grazin zone on valley, swale or hill.
The West was boundless; there was room for all and room to spare; Each cattle man was free to say that he was treated fair. Before the plow and reaper, why, we simply came and went, And with our herds a-waxin fat, the cowman was content.
But now its changed; theyve hemmed us in and told us thus and so; And they have fixed the boundaries where we may come and go; Weve got to hold our herds in hand, and fight for land to graze Becuz they aint a-runnin things as in the good old days.
The sunset of our day is gittin dimmer in the skies. Theyre forcin us to leave the lands we won, and which we prize. It wont be long till Cattle Land is just a memory - A vision of the old frontier in days that used-to-be. ~ from Dust of a Maverick, 1914, E.A. Brininstool
Digital oils from an original photograph shot in Manitou Springs, Colorado, April 2005.