10/17/2026
WHERE I LAY MY HEAD
Eight thousand feet up in the crisp mountain air,
A lake reflects peaks that are rugged and bare.
Tucked deep in the West, where the big valleys end,
Is a small piece of country I’m proud to defend.
Far from the city, its noise and its rush,
We live in the stillness, the pine-covered hush.
The elk and the eagles are neighbors we know,
And the wind through the aspens is steady and slow.
It’s a tiny dot on the map, it is true,
But that’s how we like it, the chosen and few.
Some days are so quiet you hear your own breath,
While others are bustling and busy to death.
Yet through every season, whatever the weather,
This independent crowd always pulls back together.
We look out for each other when trouble is near,
For kindness is currency, valued out here.
The winters are tough, with the snow stacking deep,
And freezing winds howling while civilized worlds sleep.
But it’s all an adventure, a wild, rugged test,
To live out your days in the heart of the West.
Under a blanket of bright, burning stars,
Away from the highways and sirens and cars,
The wilderness wraps us in safety and peace,
Where the worries of modern-day living can cease.
This is the sanctuary where I am led,
This is my small town, where I lay my head.
🤘WILDMAN
