The Wild Blue Yonder
a cloudless bright blue sky
a blazing sun climbing high
a good day to be alive – t’would be a good day to die
with sword in hand and helm cast away
the glory of the glory days
the echo of times gone by
a smile a wink a soft goodbye
hit the road on iron horses
horseless carriages on black top courses
the adventure calls
and the glad heart answers
the blank page mystery
the fantasy dancers brought from dreams
with eyes that gleam and on and on the endless road
so much time to think, so much time to ponder
what lays there in the wild blue yonder?
what mountains stretch across the path?
what road will rivers ford? what plains lay green and broad?
what crystal lake might make a bath?
to wash away the weary day
and as the head nods dreamland’s way
somewhere over the rainbow
somewhere along the Navajo trail
someplace still left to go
some schemes and plans yet to fail
the eyes close heavy and blink out the stars
and the light breeze strums a sagebrush guitar