A family’s journey in a wagon, heading West to see the sights.
Three young children on this passage, two of which are prone to fight.
Never hurting one another, just a way to blow some steam.
Cross the dessert, over mountains, through the forest and up the streams.
At an age where girls grow tired with the foolishness of boys
Sits a sister reading novels trying to ignore the noise.
The miles they pass like grains of sand never to expire.
Participation on this trip was not her grand desire.
Like wagon trains that passed before, ambient conditions ripe.