All Things Pass As Does Time

A journey walked in olden times
Across the Western plains
Is little thought of today
Only the stories remains

In the minds of the young lost in play
Playing "Cowboys & Indians" they run around
Thinking none of the dead who lived there
Who faught and died for that ground.

As the West was tamed by farm and fence
And the redman caged like the cattle once free
The whiteman built roads to carry heavy loads
Cattle now graze where the buffaloe used to be.

All things pass, each in its own time
Hastened by the errors of man
This way it will be till the world itself ends
It will be as it was since it began.

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