pioneer
By FB Linderma
Soon to the mist of spirit camp
on the borders of eternity,
Dim, in the mist of the great afterlife,
Major will have passed.
Peace, like smoke from signal fires
of the well-known red men in the past,
He tends to them, with bright promise
It also floats from gold threads.
to the shaded end;
Where the path of man is strange,
Where the mystery is, a guide to Ford and pass.
leads throughout the range.
And there went the rich reward
Waiting to serve here.
And fate, the two hills guard the dam
from each major.