Dream Driven
Was the worst behind or before them?
They could imagine, but they never knew.
I never thought much of it back then, back there.
I was just a boy enjoying the weekly television show.
It was a show about a wagon train of Americans heading West.
They knew their past misfortunes, but were driven by their dreams.
At the beginning of every drive, invariably, there were seven words
I heard the leader say, "Head em up; move em out. Rawhide!"
071822PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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