Settlers Passed This Way

A tired-looking wagon trail

overcame pasture’s ridge

wheel ruts dug deeply

in the mud of ancient days

my footsteps following

with adventure on my mind.

Left in the dim of morning

to seek out any old farm

abandoned yet fully alive

in its survival nature

a land of early heritage.

I sought to eagerly explore

one of those homesteads

from brave settlers who

toiled before modern times

their memories left in

haste as family moved on.

I did make a few discoveries

old well and other items

scattered in hasty disarray

also implements of worth

earning joy from early days

And I pursue an urgent need 

escaping across that same

ridge of possibilities. Wagon

ruts leading me on and on.