Staying the Wall

>>> Men of Steel, drove wagons of wood, <> Crossed the Prairie, for a Life, that's Good, <<>> For man to Survive, we must be a Pioneer, <<>> It's time once again; does anyone hear?? <<<

Staying the Wall
By Arley Steinhour 090616

The Sky is Blue, a Cloud be Bright,
Rocky Mountains, just out of sight,
Prairie Land flat, as a calm Sea,
Right in the Center, of Land of the Free.

Conestoga's once, Rolling West,
Filled with Families, America's Best,
Some, dropped out, along the way,
To make a home in the Land of Hay/

The grass was tall, as belly of Mule,
And Sod, would be a building Tool,
Warm in Winter, Cool in heat,
God's pure dirt, beneath the feet.

Scrape away dirt, an inch or two,
A brand-new floor came shining through,
Strew, some straw, to make floor soft,
Throw down, a blanket, or sleep in the loft.

Wood, was always hard to find,
Tailboard of wagon, was 'door consigned,'
Oiled Deer Skin, a window for light,
Quickly rolled up, in case of a fight.

Average lifespan, a Pioneer joke,
About Forty-Five, to be called 'Old-folk,'
Oh, some would live to Sixty, or more,
At about age Fifty, was a young labor chore.

Sickness was deadly, even a Cold,
That was the price, of living so Bold,
Only their Faith in God, in the Sky,
Kept their Sanity, from being a Lie.

Somehow, with Trains, came many more,
Pioneer People, till 'Katie, Bar the Door,'
Government survey, tried to take land away,
From the original Pioneer, in devious ways.

But, Pioneers, had Iron in their Blood,
Standing their ground, through that Flood,
Finally, Settlers kept moving on West,
To the Pacific, to be California's Best.

Here, in the Middle, we still stand our ground,
Ready to defend it, against all, pound for pound,
Yamamoto, I believe, said best when asked,
'There'll be a rifle, behind, every blade of Grass.'

So Keep your weapons, the 'Second' gives us,
Even our Government can't make a big Fuss,
The time, is now on us, for 'Staying the Wall,'
Lest, Government cons us, and makes us Fall.

AMEN