The great vision filled them with need,
Extraordinary journey laying ever ahead.
Necessity in knowing unknown wonders.
So so many perish along the hard path,
Still they’re driven by westward vision,
Death but one of the heavy challenges.
Hot dry plains, mountain tu airless sky,
Snow wagon deep as do vision yet call,
Until there, yon valley spreading wide,
Out new homes an Earth born paradise,
Demands met, vision fulfilled, we rest,
For now our new great futures to build…
easy…
Drifting Memories 