Pioneer-Child

I was a Pioneer-child,
With the thud of cows...of horses reins.
That took me over barren-soil,
And brought me out against the plains.

My eyes were full of experiences,
That were founded in my look.
For the things I saw...were real,
Not found in a printed book.

My stomach felt the pangs,
Of hunger through the day.
I reckoned that these times were hard,
And to eat...I could not say.

The cry of vicious wolves,
Terrorized my sight.
So fierce within the shadows,
That came to me at night.

But I...like my parents,
Was cushioned to the wild.
By holding the strings of destiny,
I was a Pioneer-child.


E.P. 1908 - 1989