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
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