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Come and take an imaginary journey with me,

one that will take all of us back to another time.

To a time where women wore long dresses and

bonnets,

men wore cowboy hats, guns and rode horses.

Come take a walk with me on the lone prairie,

feel its cool breezes blow through your hair.

Loosen up a button on your homespun dress,

giving our worn out horses a chance to rest.

Watch our children laugh as they run and play,

very glad to stretch their legs after a long ride.

They are all chasing the family dog but it is fine,

the prairie gives Charley a chance to run as well.

The women of the wagon train cook an evening

meal,

the men drink strong coffee by a roaring camp

fire.

They are weary but has many miles to travel still,

their wives and children deserve a stable home.

The morning sun finds everyone up with the dawn,

sleeping in their wagons and ground is getting old.

After a hasty breakfast they all roll out once again,

but the stress of all the traveling shows on everyone.

As the long miles passes by the prairie winds do blow,

but at times giving no comfort in the hot summer heat.

A short stop is called for a long cool drink for everyone,

then with a sigh of regret its back to the wagons we go.

A necessary stop for the night is welcomed by everyone,

another long night of restless sleep and weary faces.

But we had to bury two of our wagon train earlier today,

Thomas Johnson’s beloved wife and son died in childbirth .

But at last we all reach our desired destination finally,

it doesn’t look like much now but soon it will be our home.

The look of weariness is still on the travelers tired faces,

but now a relief is also there to give hope to one and all.

So come with me to the prairie where the winds do blow,

where the now weary travelers can finally end their journey.

They believe if the Indians or the weather doesn’t kill them,

taming the new wild land and building a future there will

make them stronger.