The Santa Fe Trail

The Santa Fe Trail The expanse is awe striking Unhampered sun… moon… stars Wonderful yet frightening The trail is rugged and emotionally magnetic Where money has no meaning Until we reach our destination If a wheel spoke breaks in the middle of nowhere And this is nowhere to me We must fix it The Santa Fe Trail Is all I ever hear about Opportunity West My family and me The 4 of us and all we own Loaded in a wagon with 2 horses and a spare I don’t dare turn back We’re over halfway there With the beckoning of a thousand sunsets Pointing the way to destiny Still the uncertainty is intimidating Thoughts about Thieves Tribal bands Packs of wolves The ghosts in my head With one extra wagon wheel left And 900 miles to go I wipe sweat from my forehead Pooled by the band of my trail worn hat A nervous smile toward the children Thinking that one day my journey will be a tale Telling the story of a trip to California 1743 on the Santa Fe Trail