A sky that unfurls past the horizon,
As a waving flag in the light of sun.
A canvas without any border
And curls forever into the distance.
A land with a single dimension:
Which no eye can encompass,
Whose immensity devours,
And whose language is sublime.
And the Rockies stand in silence watching
The vain pursuits of mortal men.
The Guardians of the West, and dawn of my dreams,
Soon I’ll know where these distant roads lead.
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