travel a day’s walk.
A day’s drive to travel a
wagon’s summer trek.
Centuries seperate our
journey from our
pioneer ancestors.
They met
hunger, thirst, footsore days.
Rattle snakes, sick oxen,
broken wagon wheels.
We face as a family of eight,
confined to sit for hours,
bored teasing, carsickness,
and twice a flat tire.**
They joyed in
games along the trail,
evening dances, and
fireside stories.
We delight in
word games,
seat dancing to music,
books read outloud.
We like them, look
forward to our destination.
And when arrived to the
hugs of loved ones,
the journey is worth it.
** That was our 2017 trip to see family. Thankfully no flat tires this year.
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