A Call of Early Settlers

An old wagon trail
overcame a hilly climb
wheel ruts dug deeply
in the mud of ancient days

my footsteps following with
history on my mind.

Left early this oyster morning
and sought out any old farm
long abandoned yet alive
in its natural heritage

and early struggles in time.

I sought to explore such
treasures where homesteads
shed memories in haste
as families moved on.

Then I discovered an old
well among other items
scattered in disarray and

other implements of worth
inside the joy of earlier days
heralding brave settlers
who arrived before my time.

Now I satisfy an urgent need
exploring ruts across the ridge
where tracks once went onward.

© Richard L. Provencher