A SETTLER'S TRAIL poem

A Settler’s Trail

An old 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 early this morning
to seek out any old farm

abandoned yet alive
in the true nature

of an early heritage.

I sought to explore
these old homesteads

with memories left in
haste as they moved on.

And I did discover an
old well and other items

scattered in disarray

also implements of worth
in the joy of early days

from brave settlers who
came before my time.

Now I am in urgent need
escaping across that same

ridge of new possibilities wagon
ruts leading me on and on.

© 2009 Richard L. Provencher