When the wagons leave the city
For the forest, and further on
Painted wagons of the morning
Dusty roads where they have gone
Sometimes travelling through the darkness
Met the summer coming home
Fallen faces by the wayside
Looked as if they might have known
O the sun was in their eyes
And the desert that dries
In the country towns
Where the laughter sounds
O the dancing and the singing
O the music when they played
O the fires that they started
O the girls with no regret
Sometimes they found it
Sometimes they kept it
Often lost it on the way
Fought each other to possess it
Sometimes died in sight of day
When it was said: "Go west young man" - just as today the simple and unprepared believe they are embarking on an cake walk when the truth is full of harsh realities.
They started with an momentum not in touch with the distances so great to find 'home' - seeing joy and celebration as days go by to find
heat , dust, blinding sun. The badgers seeking to take advantage of their naivety
Facing sadness - extreme loss - that permanent stare ...
The prepared were few - enduring the struggle of the challenge.