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Unused color image postcard. Picture depicts the prairies of Wyoming the poem is by Bud Geer.
Captioned on the front, "Gillette, Wyoming the old cow town, Where the sagebrush spreads for miles around, From the Pumpkin Buttes to old Mon tan, Campbell County is a busy land. And to the place where strangers meet, Gillette, Wyoming the county seat. The wind still blows and the waters bad, They got more people than they ever had. The folks voted out the brand new school, With teachers lounge and swimming pool. trailer homes reach from ridge to ridge, Mosquitos nest on the fishing bridge. Oil rigs stand where antelope roam, Native here just call it home. From the Wilson store to the Center Bar, it makes no difference just who you are. The roughnecks work with sweat and toil, to get that black stuff we call oil. The oil is here and the coal is too, and probably will stay a year or two. The trail herds traveled the river roads, Now derrick trucks haul their heavy loads. The chamber says the commerce is good, the tourist keep coming like we knew they would. When the boom is over and things slow down, it's still Gillette, Wyoming the old cow town. Bud Greer"
On the back "869, This poem, written by a native of the area, expresses the feeling of the western man for his home."