Best Pioneer Poems

Now the wagons rolled out of Missouri,
Heading west on the Oregon Trail,
Through the blizzards and ice-covered mountains,
And the winds, and the rains, and the hail.

We crossed every river and desert,
And we never gave one backward glance,
And if we weren’t too weary each evening,
We’d take out...

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A pioneer is what I am
I don't think I can be stopped by the jam
For I have the power to make the rough sea calm
Because I have the super natural hand palm
I seat down and watch eagles and then the vultures scream

I concentrate to see...

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Tough broads with long skirts moving out west,
circling wagons never getting any rest,
now I'm on tv,
wrangling up recipes,
plus sell house wares that are simply the best!




12-11-16...

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An Abandoned Pioneer Cabin

By Elton Camp

There it is, way off to the right side
A home where a family did reside
I mightn’t have seen as I drove by
Except a chimney still stood high

I wonder who, with labor and care
Took the time to construct it there
The best...

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Divine God
All encompassing
Yesterday's dreams and tomorrows futures
Songs from the traditional church hymnary

Omnipotent divine God
Free from sin and adversity

Teacher and lord
Houses humble and forgiving
Each pioneer brave and bold

Pies and cakes, bread and rolls 
Islands of freedom and simplicity
Outreach to the community
New clothes home spun and knit...

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With hammers and get rich schemes

He ravished the mountains and polluted the streams

And never recorded at what cost

He paid for paradise lost...

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A symphony of simplicity,
The rugged log cabin with the very tall spruce tree.
Decorated lovingly by the parents and children,
Home made decorations.

Deliciously baked cookies in the shape of Christmas symbols,
A gold ribbon tied to each so you could place the cookie on the tree.
The delicious popcorn...

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Someone's calloused hands
pounded posts into earth’s clay
to circle the west
with stretched barbed wire, foresight
and faith in the horizon

Until fields were ripe
               with grain, furrowed brows, and with
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The Pioneer spacecraft, launched in nineteen seventy-two
now roams deep space with batteries flat, and nothing else to do.
There may be chance that it gets found by aliens, I guess,
so on it's hull NASA has stamped a full return address.
Along with this inscription are two figures...

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The traditional log home,
Where each phase is a miracle.

The log furniture you built yourself,
The stone hearth where you baked your bread and cooked your meals.

The candlelight at night where you read perhaps the only book you had, the bible,
Distant days where you walked to the...

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It’s been ages since my fathers have traveled this space,
The gravity and severity of the mirth,
Subjects me to the gravity of the earth,
I’ve lost my comfortable place within his stoic face,

An emissary, …a lone liquid pioneer, 
Escaping from vaulted ducts so dear,

I blaze the trail...

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A tribute on the twenty-fourth is paid
To pioneers who came here one July,
Then stopped in Salt Lake’s valley, where they stayed.
A tribute on the twenty-fourth is paid
To those who died; to those who lived and made
A Zion out of land both hot and dry.
A tribute...

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Well! sycophantic misanthropist, verbose agitator of spite
Club footed whore master, couldn’t goose step for his life
Malicious propagandist, spreading hatred in every breath
His wife willing disciple, poisoned their 6 children to death 

Demanding patriotic nationalism, big speech carcinogenic
Snickers in vehemence, sardonic grin, genocidal eugenics 
Never dirtying...

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When I was a kid on the bus,
I looked at all that surrounded us,
out the window I always gazed
seeing old fields, half-trees, half-hay,
beyond them rose a forest wall,
maples and pines, stately and tall,
past that rose a line of low hills,
I could never really get my...

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Johnny was a lover of God's country
who roamed cherished land because he was free.
A skilled outdoorsman with backcountry charms,
he donned a burlap sack with holes for arms.
To wear rugged shoes was quite a blessing,
for barefoot he'd trek, soles without dressing.
He donned a useful pot upon...

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