They came trailing across the endless Plain
Seeking for their fortunes, seeking gain.
Settlers, Preachers,and Outlaws - Pioneers all.
The Great movement West, they answered the call.
With cracking whips and their horses staining,
They battled fatigue, searing heat, and constant raining.
Their cracked creaking wheels crushing down the sod,
On and on and on they fearlessly trod.

Then in the green Meadow they suddenly spied,
Timber stretched over with died Buffalo hide.
Across those bent grasses was a Tee Pee abode
Setting Pioneers to ponder the risks of this road.
The lead wagon driver pulled at his horses traces
While scanning the landscape for friend or foe faces.
The Wagon Train stopped, but the Natives were gone,
So the Trail Master yelled out - "Move ON, Move On"