Pioneers

Tired muscles, strength all but gone,

Yet we must all still travel on,

Mountains ahead that we must breach,

And then beyond, a goal to reach.

A goal for which our loved ones lost,

A goal for which we've paid all costs,

Dreams and goals that we won't forget,

Dreams and goals that will be met.

Handcarts rolling through mud and sand,

Obstacles all along the land,

A winding path, a beaten trail,

We must go on, we cannot fail.

Nights are colder, days are shorter,

We have yet to reach the border,

We greet each day with faith anew,

With dreams and lives to weave when through.

(Junior High writings)