I think the homesteaders were heroes
Took chances traveling so many miles
They packed up all of their belongings
For a life that was truly a trial
They lived in such difficult conditions
The weather grew fierce and strong
Left the place where they were raised
Searching for a new location to belong
Many lived in a sod house for awhile
Where constantly the dust sifted in
In Oklahoma that brilliant red dust
Covered absolutely everything within
And when it rained it turned to mud
Can you imagine trying to keep it out?
The water came in through roofs and walls
Problems constant through rain or drought
Creatures lived in the walls as well
Oh Lord, can you imagine the sight
Of these rustic sod house dwellings
A nightmare both day and night
So they are heroes, don’t you think?
For they had so many things to dread
But they did what they had to do
As they built the rustic homestead!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beutiful write. I could only imagine the heart ache and suffering those people felt. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem, Dwayne