Dodge City Kansas, 1885
By: Tyler Ross
Sitting on a porch swing reliving those childhood days. Father wasn’t coming home, while Mamma just slaved away. Times were rough. We had not much food to eat. Some times we stared at the sky, wishing it brought shoes to our feet. This home, this home we always knew hadn’t much left to hold. No fire to keep us warm during the winter cold. Fending for a place among the successful human race. Our dreams were as hazy as the fields below. The breeze swept by my face, as the world always tried to tell us no. “You will never make it, so abandon those thoughts. Out in the country is where you’ll live to rot. Don’t dream so much. The outsiders would say looking in. A place like this is for small town living men.” What the hell would they know, I would think to my self? Life to me wasn’t about obtaining any type of wealth. But exploring the earth and utilizing the passions matured in me. Never would I let anyone hold me back or talk me out of who I wanted to be. This old land that I grew from the day I came feet first. Into the man I’ve become, willing to work through the worst. To get where I truly need to be. Away from all this negativity and be the man I strive to see. Living in a world that has rejected my individuality. You can’t stop me. The morning train is coming. Your words mean shit to me. The rush of the smoke arrives, and then comes my disappearing. You won’t stop me now. Proving to the world no passion of mine can be brought down.
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