Dear Oregon Trail
Did you feel the grind
when wagon wheels
with iron rims
rolled slowly
over sandstone
while oxen hooves
chipped this path
across Wyoming?
Do you feel this July day
a century gone by
the oncoming thunder
a wind rising as
across the ruts
one spry girl turns
cartwheel after cartwheel
toward our camper-van?
I am father
of that daughter.
So, dear trail, are you.
…..
First published in Hobo Camp Review
Thanks to James Duncan, editor
Photo by me of her
Hear me:
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