The Pioneers

Compelled by growth in time Hoping to arrive in a matter of time Away from the land they know They left for a land they know Thousands of miles away The vast lands all lay Clothed by the greens of nature Inhabited by bands of creatures Out of this must come That which must be a home Great was the task in hand Great was the fear in mind Fear of failure placed aside Off they went to conquer the land Day by day they worked at site Bites and stings nearly at hand Digging and tilling the order of the day Drains and paths in order to make Block on block they began to lay Structures for shelter in order to make Now from far and near can be seen The glories and wonders of a scene The land of thorns and thistle Turned so great a castle The citadel of wisdom and nobility The palaces of princes in humility What huge landmarks and sores The fruit of the great pioneers