Wagon - Road

O the Wagon-Road...
Around the hill.
Has a sense of silence,
Where the air is still.

And where imprints trace,
A once used road.
That bore down heavily,
As they wheeled their load.

For across the flats,
You could see it wind.
The wound within the earth,
Was of the ox-cart kind.

And all this scrubby growth,
Where the wheel had gone beside.
And the distance...it was long,
And the break-through...it was wide.

And the wagon-road remained,
And never did it fail.
To tell a story of the past,
And the old-used wagon-trail.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

This is the very wagon-road and the 'wound within the earth' that Grandma wrote about. You can see it just above the base of the nearest hill. It could have been wet and marshy at different times of the year and this would have kept the ox-carts up out of the mud. Very near 'The Narrows' as the pioneers would have entered the Upper Raft River Valley from the east.