At the Palomino Valley, Nevada Wild Horse Detention Center

                                          I see aimless calm, scorn, submission.
                                          Home means Nevada.
                                          A constant mid-afternoon with no shade.
                                          Home means the hills.
                                          They walk in circles. Stop, go, big, small.
                                          Home means the sage and the pine.
                                          Sullen strangers in a crowd.
                                          Out by the Truckee’s silvery rills.
                                          The fence keeps them so close to one another.
                                          Out where the sun always shines.
                                          Neither tame nor wild in their sightless trance.
                                          Here is the land I love the best.
                                          Some of them die apart, but that is normal.
                                          Fairer than all I can see.
                                          Deep in the heart of the golden West.
                                          Home means Nevada to me. *


                                                   * Home Means Nevada is the official Nevada state song.