On the Trail

Wagon rocking

Nobody talking

On the trail

 

Sun just a dot

But oh, it's hot

On the trail

 

We're all worn

Our calico torn

On the trail

 

We need some water

And we're out of butter

On the trail

 

We face the wild's wrath

But we stay on the path...

On the trail

 

The Oregon Trail

This poem is about: 
My country

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