Trail and Rivers

By Bronco T

All my life I’ve marveled, at the paths that I have trod,
Over lofty mountains, across the prairie sod.

I started life upon the trail, called the Santa Fe,
And in the muddy Canadian, near my grandfather I did play.

I grew to youth upon a road, the King’s Road was its name,
On the mighty Rio Grande, though now subdued and tame.

My manhood found me struggling, across the Arizona trail,
Where the Gila and Colorado, join to form a mighty tail.

Then in the North I found them, the Parting of the Way,
On the Sweetwater and the Sandy, in my heart they’ll always stay.

In reflection now I know these, are the trails and rivers of my life,
Filled with times for growing, scenes of joy and toil and strife.

And in my shadow years I pray, that if in life I have been true,
They’ll bury me near the Santa Fe, the Canadian in my eternal view.