Distant Dreams
On my way into town today
I watched the clouds and dreamed away
Of how my ancestors in their day
Traveled slowly on their way.
Trudging on foot or ambling along
In wagons that were horse drawn
Or perhaps if they were rich
A spirited team hooked to the hitch.
The Children with sticks in hand
Would push the cattle through the land
MaMa tended babies needs
And at night their bellies feed.
In broiling sun, burned and blistered
To prairie birds their songs they'd listen,
Nights around the blazing fires
They'd talk of dreams to keep inspired.
The desert winds and choked by dust
Sometimes did cause their dreams to bust
But 'neath the evening stars once more
They'd fall asleep and start to snore.
The strong did live, the weak did die
In unmarked graves alone they lie
Mostly forgotten beneath the earth
The new adventure was their curse.
Beside the rivers they did roll
The covered wagons cutting soil
The fear of Prairie Fires was deep
So rocks around their fires they 'd heap.
Up mountains steep they did creep
At times on their hands and knees
With whips they 'd beat the weary horses
Using their own shoulders as last resourses.
Some did make it to journey's end
Vowing ner to move again.
They'd live or die in this new land
With determination they took their stand.
The ruts and scars from their day
Can still be seen along the way
On the wind their echoes cry
This is the land where I will die.
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