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Poems by the End of the Oregon Trail
- Whether he lived by the River Clyde
- Or dwelt near an English fen;
- When a beautious bride stood by his side
- He joined the ranks of man.
- They loved and lived their whole lives through
- Until their hair turned gray;
- And sons and daughters then stepped forth
- Upon _their_ wedding day.
- So generations came and went
- In Britain far away;
- Till couples young and couples old
- Set forth in the month of May.
- For the ocean trip, they took along
- Their meager funds and stores;
- And were glad indeed, after many weeks
- To see New England's shores.
- As pioneers, this sturdy group
- Found life both rough and sweet;
- And sometimes cut extremely short
- When mixed with the war-drum's beat.
- Those who survived worked hard each year
- Their cabins to renew;
- Thus, ever westward they pressed on
- Though sometimes there were few.
- A wee young Scot trod weary miles
- To be with next of kin;
- And grew to build a big sod house
- Where the prairie dogs' had been.
- So onward rolled the wagon trains
- To the Rockies and beyond;
- Even to the Great Northwest
- Where rolled the Oregon.
J. V. Laswell
Copyright ©1990 J. V. Laswell.
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