Shaking the dust off his saddle, Will Rogers rides his horse Soap Suds across the hill that introduces people to Claremore. In the land of forgotten time, Will makes this forever ride.
Glancing downward toward the town that sits below this hillside, and keeping his eyes forward, looking at the great things it has become, the wonderful people it has made, and he can see for miles and miles through trees and beautiful sunrises.
Without the trappings of day to day life in New York, or his home in California, he can finally relax and enjoy the countryside.
His face is only a second from breaking into a grin, his body has grown tired with the passing of the day, but humor continues to play across his eyes, as he looks at his Oklahoma home again.
Will is home.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Ralph Peck
Will Rogers Memorial, Burial Place, and Will Rogers Museum 1939
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