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Wagon's Ho
Conastogas loaded heavy
ready head to wesetern prairie
for a new life among the native.
Whistling and slapping and a nay
the team is on their way.
Clanking
and creaking
you here as thier taveling.
Tossing
swaying
as they crossing
the rocky forging
of rivers and creeks.
Numerous wagons make the train
all looking at the terrian.
All wanting to wipe the pain
of east the from the brain
and go west to start again.
You had farmer's looking to claim
some land to raise some grain.
Every night the train
stopped in the plain.
The native Indian
saw them invade
their land
and hunt with no pride.
Westward ho they yell
as the wagons begin to roll
again on the dirty trail.
Creak and swail
the wagon does on the trail.
Miles and miles
from any law
these pioneers
were all alone
with only the native
somewhere around.
Many months upon the trail
the reach the bountiful
land and weary soul.
They smile and rejoice
to celabrate a life
in a land with native tribes
Copyright ©
Michael Byte
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