Wagon Trails

They left their father's hearths, those stalwart pioneers, To follow their dreams to the west seeking new frontiers. They laded Conestoga wagons and without a backward glance, With faith and fortitude, ventured into that vast expanse! They gathered at Independence to form a wagon train, Then, ferried the Mighty Mo to trek the featureless plain. They followed the rutted Oregon Trail of those who'd gone before, Never sensing the hazards and trials that were to be in store! They were met with savages, mud, dust and howling gales, Trudging westward, ever westward over endless hills and vales. With visions of virgin homestead land they followed the sun. They wouldn't be deterred from the migration they had begun! "Prairie schooners" were crammed with goods and vital tools, And were drawn by plodding oxen and cantankerous mules. The caravan was under the command of a crusty wagon master. Not to obey his ever bidding was sure to court disaster! Alas, they left many desolate graves along the rutted track, Victims of exhaustion, disease and fearful Indian attack. They conquered interminable valleys and towering crests, To fulfill their aspirations and complete their western quests! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)