Old Time Wagon Ruts

overcame a hilly

climb, deep in the mud

of ancient days -- creating

history not a thought

to occupy minds,

left early this misty

morning seeking space

to grow kids

and till a new farm.

Miles away beside a lake

discovered an old dug

well among items

scattered in disarray

where someone lost faith

with the land,

yet living here was

worth a risk of memories

for years to come,

implements of worth

scattered about --

brave settlers arriving

before my time.