Round Rock

Round Rock

(On the Chisholm Trail)

The paths they traveled

I stand in now

I walk in the same place

As they did

Some have their names in stone

Some only on wood, now gone

Some were never named

All were brave for the journey

They struggled as I do

They loved as I do

They looked to the sun

And the stars and the moon

I can see them in the paths

I sense their spirits

Hear their voices

Feel their pain

Their labors built this land

For their children and grandchildren

Their sacrifices have endured

For us and generations to come

Will someone someday

Hear me?

See me?

See my life as I have seen the others before me.