 Canvas flapping in the winds A wagon train begins Their trek from east to west, New frontiers their quest. Tracking a dim rutted trail Prairie schooners set sail Following dreams of the heart, Praying for a fresh new start. Months they journey in a line Strung one wagon at a time, Hardships fill each long day, Mile by mile they plod their way. Over high mountain passes, Crossing prairie land grasses They trudge toward the west, Miles to go before needed rest. An old wagon with squeaky wheels Offers little in way of meals, Biscuits and beans to go around Before bedding down to ground. They wake at dawn stiff and sore And ready their wagon once more Then file into line one at a time, Dog-tired and covered with grime. Milk cows bawl and children cry As they plod on neath stormy sky, Horses whinny and wagons creak, Journey's end they doggedly seek. Their dream awaits in the west Just over the mountains crest, One more day then journey's end, Homesteads lie just around the bend. ©Author: Kenneth Ellison 11-08-05 Song title: "Young Jane" To send this page to someone |