Three Emigrant Trail Stanzas

Winds pick up on the Pilot Valley,

Howl across the Pequop Range.

The moonlit twilight purple summer evenings

Leave you with a feeling both beautiful and strange

Hot and dusty Winnemucca,

Murmurings give way to spring,

The sweet scent of ranchers’ Ag burns

And the rabbit brush and sage turning green.

The California Trail beckons still,

Like it called the ambitious travelers of old.

It sings songs of dreams and graves,

It waits for some one to hear them told.

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2 thoughts on “Three Emigrant Trail Stanzas

    1. Here in Nevada, where I live, there’s so much history. The high desert, lonely highways, and the 19th century history of the massive journey families made for a better life out West. I just rambled a bit this evening before bed.

      Thank you for reading my post!

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