Show abe fie of a pioneer Vt kineer the poem given below was composed by mrs parker roundy for or pioneer day das at alton july 21 I 1 am the daughter of a pioneer my grandparents were pioneers I 1 was a pioneer and the wife of 0 a pioneer I 1 love the ward word that sounds bounds so BO dear the daughter of 0 a pioneer f I 1 its airty seven yeas years since I 1 first saw the dawn dagli on OB th the 0 bank ot of the missouri I 1 was vaa born k v that beautiful month I 1 in n early spring brings to my memory sa c red things that in my secret bosom swell too solemn tor for the lips to tell no tongue can tell the depth of prayer sealed in the heart of infants infanta there at the knee of a mother pioneer across the plains to the mountains mountain i steep how often were they called to weep the loss of loved ones laid in the tomb who marked the path for those that come in later years to a peaceful home r their loaded wagons then were drawn by yokes behind the horns As slowly up the hill they d wind i they oft were yoked joked with the mother kine z A the short space of those sixty seven years deaia ff i were mingled with many joys and tears t ears F f the family altar wrought with years was filled with sons and daughters blessed t from the pioneers of the golden west we t rf two sons of whom have fought and won in the battle from ti om whence neer return i 1 the two star badge today I 1 wear por for those that are numbered number td over there a the fifth son stands at the rear to start the wheels of a heavy loaded cart filled by toll with corn and wheat for those who tight fight are those who must eat ea t for tho the soldier boys dhove gone gona so bravel brave to the battle front fiant or a watery g grave e s I 1 meet with friends and neighbors here heie for the anniversary of the pioneers and with you aft all I 1 number but one with those vacant seats of the absent sons lets make them strong with prayers alne sincere ere As aa the sons of the daughters of the pioneers and may god grant a speedy chase to pursue the huns oer the desert deBert wiste waste until shtil the flag of freedkin call waves oer the world in peace to aall then will we give the hallowed cheor cheer to the sons soni of the daughters of the pioneers |