Weeping Memories of Pioneer Days

As thoughts of ancestors long ago, a lost treasured handkerchief I found

I think of our western settlers, as my tears flow quietly down

While across many valleys we traveled by covered wagon driven by ox

Many of us didn't survive the harsh winters of the 18th century during the time

With a wooden cross we buried our loved ones under memory stones piled high

From the east to the west coast of America we remember it with pride

For a pioneer was much more than just common people you see

Our faith was pure and great, as God would guide us thus far

Determined to succeed we were driven at all costs to be free

When our hard work of worn hands had finished, day by day

The world was a better place for all to be seen

Skills of  hard working talents built homes in the valley

Bountiful bonnet's worn by the women, protecting them from heat

Each mile traveled is a memory of each stone remaining

As our western world was built on fields of wheat and hay

Dreams of a mirage shaped like a pioneer woman with a dress of trails

A sculpture of earth, wind, and fire colored gem stones of the past

Holding a treasure weeping of the memories of those dear pioneer days