And Saw the Vision

For bedtime stories Granny always told

Adventures that would wonder-fill our eyes:

We heard the covered wagons as they rolled

Across the startled prairies, desert skies

Burning the sand. We knew the gnawing thirst

Parched throats endured. We stood beside a mound,

A little grave, and felt our hearts would burst

Lest hungry wolves disturb the hallowed ground.

Our feet kept time as violins sang out

The music for quadrilles and young folks danced

Within the wagon circle. We heard the shout

Which told the trek was done, then stood entranced

With Granny as she viewed the sage-bound loam

And saw the vision of her valley home.