W agon wheels, those wagon wheels, wooden spokes and all that folks;
A lways going, never slowing, find the trail and never fail.
G one to dust as all things must, now they sit and rest a bit;
O n the floor of heaven's door, lives go on in guitar's song.
N ow they rest, finished their quest; guide us plain down mem'rys lane.
W agon wheels, those wagon wheels, rims of steel forever real;
H anging thread to West that's dead, come and see when we were free.
E ver to roam cowboy's home, days gone by, I wonder why;
E ver to see horses run free, ever to be of you and me.
L ong they're gone and life goes on, left to pass on prairies grass;
S ing a song, they've gone along, cheer aloud, of them be proud.
Author notes
The old West lives on in my heart.
Please tell me what you think
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you do the most amazing things with words. I love this.
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Thank you Rheea, for reading and understanding my work. I take note of the name change back to Rheea; good, I like better.
Keep on smiling,
Brazos
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Stunning Write
This is truly YOU and I know your heart; more then imagery was in this most dynamic acrostic poem...I loved how you rhymed within the lines as well. For me the days when cowboys roamed is my passion ...and I can see you back then. When good men worked real hard,
and respected life better then they do now. I could feel you spirit in these words my darling!...
novy
I love you
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Wonderful Acrostic!!!!!!
Well Brazos you have penned a great acrostic with amazing imagery. I love that it rhymes too.
A very interesting rhyme scheme that flows so well. I always thought I would love to live in the pioneer days of old. Something about the new frontier that is romantic and exciting. It was a hard life to live but a good life. Thank you for sharing. A delight to read! Take care. 
Sandy
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