Mine for rocks with veins of gold

Worked the caves till one grew old

Gold rush days soon unfold

Gold panning with a proper just

While flat pans sift within the rust

They work all day for golden dust

Drive cattle and visit towns

Struggling cowboys, western bound

Bawling out old cowboy sounds

“Yee-haw!”

Replica buildings stand-alone

Leaning boards, but once a home

Left behind, remains unknown

Horse and carriages, trot and run

Cowboys fighting, shoot their gun

Life was, as day was done

“Yee-haw!”

Bird droppings, from where wings hover

On wagon frames with out the cover

Imagination turns the other

 Once wooden wheels with iron band   

Transported families across the land

Remarkable times to understand

“Yee-haw!”

Telling stories, singing songs

Pushing struggles’ right along

Hoping nothing to go wrong

Those days remembered, left behind

Old significant history’s find

Of rough and opened times in mind

“Yee-haw!”