Unsung Pioneer

Glistening snow-like wisps are lining The old woman’s aging face, A face with road map trails to tell the tale Of a lady who stands with grace. A woman of love and courage in life, She crossed the prairie with her man, Choices did not avail her – she must Do whatever he planned. Babies came and a few became angels, While her calico threadbare became, Finally arriving at a prairie clearing That will bear her husband’s name. He would build a church; she would sing His praise, A little town would grow around, He took the bows, she was glad he did, Her part was to make love abound. Her fingers now are gnarled and cannot Sew and cook and clean, Still she stands tall with eyes peering far, Symbol of pride and esteem.