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Wagon Trails
They're long grown over now..
Fast super highways carry cars
And trucks more in one day
Than they drove in a week..!
You won't find ash or rut..
They're gone. Yet folk do say
That sometimes there is heard a creak
Of well-worn axles through the scrub..!
I don't believe in ghosts..but man,
Odd noises come when winds blow west
Like snorting horses on the trail,
Iron crunching rocks..the shout of men..
As there upon that very crest
A dust cloud turns the mesquite pale..
And that's the way they went,
Right over there they went.
 
Them wagon trains had to contend
With double-dealing sharks..and theft..
Rogue indians..and wicked thirst..!
Yet many made a lifelong friend,
Man, everything those settlers left
To stake a homestead way out west;
Land then was free, good cattle land..
For wheat or corn. Now towns have spread,
And only some old shacks remain
Where man and woman slaved..
If some of these could speak, though dead,
I doubt you'd hear a lot complain..!
But history, for very shame
Should speak, and mark their path
Who forged for destiny a way
Through rugged faith..and rugged pluck..!
Aye, that's the way they went..
For many a blazing, heartless day..
Perhaps there was some luck..!
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