The Savage Land's Touch
A poem about the early settlers travels.
There's something in that story that brings you to your knees
A story of wonder and despair on winds traveling from the East
There was no peace in their screams and the trials that they faced
For they had known only one hand, the hand of a visciously fated beast
Their journey was like none other that had ever come before
Because they were the first of their unfortunate kind to cross
Desperate for something easier and cleaner they could call their own
It was sadly an unfortunate undertaking, one that could only end in loss
What they hunted for with their last unyielding breaths
Wasn't much for man or woman to ask
Peace and freedom were the dreams of simple folk back then
But the price for such things always comes with a bittersweet task
Smacked into the brutal and unyielding new world were they
Traveling with barely enough, they'd be safely sustained
But one battle after the other knocked down their numbers
Until their spirits and faith had finally waned
The cowboys started with many a fellow along
Their journey had proven too much
Not all saw the west in their lifetimes
Many faced only the savage lands touch
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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