Traveling strangers
Pass this way,
Waiting until
A new dawning day.
Horsetails swish
And wagons strain,
Thoughts of the morning
Are put away in the rain.
Hiding under a
Wagon cover,
Watching the storm clouds
Bulge and hover.
Stopping on
Ponderosa land,
Awaking the morning
To see an outstretched hand.
A man in a white hat,
And boots and vest,
Asking the stranger
If he’s on a quest.
“We’re going to Cheyenne,
And building a home.
We were stuck in the rain
So we could no longer roam.”
The man with the white hair
Kindly replies,
“Stay here for a while,
Till the clearing of skies.”
Into the house the
Family troops,
A boy and a baby,
And a woman in hoops.
After refreshments,
They all wave goodbye,
The man and his family,
The boy eating pie.
Back on the road,
The man smiles and states,
“In our future no family
So kindly awaits.”