Ingredients Of A Western Town

I could hear that car coming for miles The hills echoing I can see the sun beating down on the land The asphalt glistens I will smell the freshly cut grass and weeds The horse whinnies Because This is my town Of birth and life That comes peacefully Meandering its way Through the dust storms That will wrack This old world For This is the fate of the small town Of American dreams and satisfied Happiness or so it would seem For S.K. , when I read this I will always think of you