A cowboy on a wooden horse

I dreamed in the Mexican desert, I drove cattle on my grand son's wooden horse.
The Marshall caught me at the border.
I said, ' I am Lone Ranger.'
Then he gave me his horse and some forged documents to cross the border.
She woke me up in the morning.
I grumbled; 'Let me sleep today is the Independence Day.'
'Hey! We are still aliens.'

I dedicate this poem to my sincere friend Denis.Joe

* Wherever you go you never find a home like in your Motherland.