Often forgotten—
Passed over by planes and trains—
Lies the gateway to the West.
Through pastures and plains
Cars take for granted
The outposts placed here
By mothers before them,
Often steering clear
Of the road signs and door signs
Calling them to stay
In the communities built
Along the once unforgiving way.
But now it seems that Jefferson
Did little for the State
Besides blazing trails and laying rails
To get from place to place.