04-06-2013, 11:07 PM
an homage to the women pioneers of America's 19th century:
She was a woman of the trail
in a simple cotton dress,
with never swaying posture,
seeking better lives for children;
she traveled far for that.
At night she prepared supper,
daytime walked 'longside urging
dust blown wagons full of blankets,
three month’s dry food and little ones,
pulled by her weary cattle.
She kept her husband’s eyes straight forward
all through blizzards in the mountains
over rivers overflown;
they tramped together dreaming
of their life that was to come.
She was a woman of the trail
in a simple cotton dress,
with never swaying posture,
seeking better lives for children;
she traveled far for that.
At night she prepared supper,
daytime walked 'longside urging
dust blown wagons full of blankets,
three month’s dry food and little ones,
pulled by her weary cattle.
She kept her husband’s eyes straight forward
all through blizzards in the mountains
over rivers overflown;
they tramped together dreaming
of their life that was to come.
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The howling beast is back.
The howling beast is back.