The Last Wagon Ride

The wagon wheels creaked and moaned

Over rock and sand and grass

As the horses pulled their cargo

Off the road, and up the stony pass

The driver eyed the precious load

Then gingerly eased the horses on

“Easy up, Jack and Duke”, he’d goad

“The hard work is nearly done”

Cowboys and women folk standing mute

Were waiting in their best dress

The cowboys had even shined their boots

And buttoned up their vests

The wind caressed dresses and grass

As it blew briskly up the hill

Everyone held a hand to their hats

But otherwise stood quite still

The wagon finally groaned to a stop

And six cowboys filed behind

And quietly unloaded the sacred box

Hand made of solid pine

They carried it oh so reverently

To the place where it would lay

Hats removed, and on bended knee

A solemn “ Now, let us pray”

K.L. Dennie   2012