Welcome To The Bullpen
"A Few Precious Acre's"
Delia J. Fry
Who chose this trail
These endless miles
Promising not to fail
With fear in their smiles
All the brave pioneers
Going alone for a stake
Fighting past their tears
A must for family's sake
Riding the dry arid land
The farmer, a new settler
A vaquero, the cowhand
The prospector, a peddler
A life hard and dreary
Some fought and survived
They rode on, tired, aweary
Grim, lonely for family, deprived
But, steadfast like prayers
Beliefs, honest and true
Pshaw! to the naysayers
What else could they do
The pioneers', heroic risk takers
Finally settling, no more to roam
On a few precious acres
A place to call home....
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