132

I remember the hardship of my forebears

pioneers crossing the prairies

like the Israelites wandering in the wilderness

ancestors hoping for a dwelling place

a homestead in a foreign land

I see the campfires they lit

hymns sung in the night

the courage of their convictions

hard work of their bodies

trust of their souls

some were clothed and supplied with bread

others weren’t

all were led to their final rest

on prairie land