In Memory

My mind takes up its fingers,
And I feel back through the years.
To find those joyous times in life,
When memories re-appears.

For I see again the wagon-trip,
When desires westward lead.
And we went with scanty rations,
To live in the old-homestead.

How we traveled in the sunset,
Where forsaken prairie blends.
And we left behind our birth-place,
And a realm of faithful friends.

And went to a place in the nowhere,
Where years add on to age.
Where days were like oblivion,
And we tilled and worked the sage.

For starving was a process,
And experience made us roam.
Where learning was the teacher,
Where we packed...and went back home.


E. P. 1908 - 1989