The Wagon Train

The fire burned warm and brightly, As the little band of wagons were gathered close and their animals were tethered tightly. The ladies sat about preparing meals for the coming day, While the men folk took on chores there wasn’t nary time for play. Scouts were still out and their water was getting low, Restricting their selves was the only way to go. The wagon boss was talking on changing their course, Said things ain’t looking good, best we prepare for the worse. He said I know another way but it’ll be harder at first. But about a weeks ride south there’ll be plenty of water to fill our thirst. Bright and early next morn the little train pulled out, Changing its direction added miles there was no doubt. As they slowly plodded on the desert took on a new look, But the sun still shone brightly in the day they all cooked. The third day in the scout came riding up, Said it’s a good thing ya’ll changed directions as he reached for the cup. He said the last three water holes were only sporting dust, Real early next morning the old scout lit out said he’d find water for it was a must. He strapped a couple of small kegs on an ole pack mule, Took along a shovel in cased he’d need a tool. Less than a day out he was taken by surprise, Found an old dry creek bed that had just been on a rise. There stood a solid rock basin as full as it could be, He plopped down and drank his fill then rested for a moment by an old mesquite tree. He filled up the little kegs then he headed on back, When he caught up with the train he told of the water and said there were all kinds of animal tracks. Next day they made it there to this little glory hole, And rested up for a few days and then took off to their destined goal. You just hope for the best, And make sure your guide knows the way west. There is no guarantees whether you make it or not, The trip out west you’re either wet and freezing or you’re dirty and hot.