I’d love to visit Montana and wander on the plains
And go camping in Yosemite and walk inside the rains
Catch a Greyhound bus, down the roads we’d dally
And make sure the driver stops in the middle of Monument Valley
I’d find myself a horse and saunter round the peaks
Be mesmerised by sunsets I’m sure I’d stay for weeks
Then I’d ride my horse to Yellowstone, and wander by a stream
And read the words of Whitman and go searching for his seam,
Maybe I’d go fishing and catch a big fat trout
Then wander by the moonlight when all the stars are out
I’d like to walk in circles round a giant old redwood tree
I’m sure I’d do it barefoot I’m soppy can’t you see
I’d catch a train to Aspen and breathe the mountain air
I’d sing a song to Huckleberry by the Mississippi where
The river flows so wide and catfish lie in wait
As Tom and Huck go fishin’ with Mr. Twain’s old bait
I’m sure I’d visit Sandra, imbibe her grace and style
Bump into Bob Dylan, maybe make him smile
Maybe visit Chuck who lives somewhere in Vermont
Then climb the Rocky Mountains it’s always been a want
I’d wander round for years and soak up all the views
Weave it in a poem and tell you all the news,
I know it’s just a dream that fits inside a rhyme;
But you never know your luck, I may wander there sometime.
Wojja Fink
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/american-dream-10/
