When searching for inspiration for a Post Filler, in such circumstances as those recent stormy day's, we need look no further than our now completed memoir of 1,838 pages, 714,917 words and proped up by 10,757 images and destined for my 4 grandchildren only! Continuing from last Sunday's brief look at some of our other passions we'll continue the 'art theme' with a single morning that will live with me forever and considered perfectly backed-up by the American Rock Band - Mountain with thier seminal composition Theme for an Imaginary Western best played in conjuction with viewing the post and don't forget the Kleenex!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0l_x0xH9fLM
Stepping from the Greyhound Coach in down-town
on a 4th visit to the continent, on the endless persuit of visiting every state eventually, breakfast was the priority before rounding the corner of the Coach Station to view this before me
When the wagons leave the city,
for the forest and further on.
Painted wagons of the morning,
dusty roads where they have gone.
Sometimes travelin' through the darkness,
met the summer comin' home.
Fallen faces by the wayside,
looked as if they might have known.
Oh, the sun was in their eye, and the desert that was dry.
Oh, the dancing and the singing,
oh the music when they played.
Oh, the fire that they started.
Sometimes they found it, sometimes they kept it.
Often lost it along the way.
Fought each other to possess it,
sometimes died in sight of day.
Oh, the sun was in their eyes,
and the desert that dry.
In the country town
