A Trip To The Past

Oh, how I love to go back A hundred years or more When my ancestors lived Reliving famous folklore Tombstone tales I have heard Almost gives me chills As though I were back in time Roaming those red dirt hills Living in an old log cabin, perhaps With teepees all around Or sleeping in the open skies With natures wild sounds With a big ole’ pot of beans Simmering on the fire It’s a feeling that I doubt That I would ever tire If you want to try that kind of life Back so many years ago Go to Fort Reno, my friend Where the past gently flows!