Out Where the West Begins

I can't think of a more appropriate way to end my journey here than with a poem that was first introduced to me by my roomie Pete, in Queens. It's called, "Out Where the West Begins," by Arthur Chapman. I also have to credit Pete with giving me his "old" camera - without it I wouldn't have all the beautiful pictures I've been able to post. Thanks, Pete!

Thank you all for coming along on this adventure with me. Your posts and encouragement have meant the world to me. I plan on continuing to blog about wherever life takes me next! Enjoy...

Out Where the West Begins
Out where the handclasp's a little stronger,
Out where the smile dwells a little longer,
That's where the West begins;

Out where the sun is a little brighter,


Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter;


Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter;

That's where the West begins.

Out where the skies are a trifle bluer,


Out where the friendship's a little truer,
That's where the West begins

Out where a fresher breeze is blowing,
Where there's laughter in every streamlet flowing,


Where there's more of reaping and less of sowing,
That's where the West begins.

Out where the world is in the making,
Where fewer hearts with despair are aching;
That's where the West begins;

Where there's more of singing and less of sighing,


Where's there's more of giving and less of buying,

And where a man makes friends without half trying,


That's where the West begins.