Rolling Your Own Poem by Marilyn Lott

The trails of yesterday
Were rugged and extremely long
Those folks had to be brave
Resilient and strong

The saddle bag sufficient
For just a short time
They’d better have a plan
Perhaps a town they’d find

Of course wagon trains
Took families to the west
Many tough roads to cover
But they had a definite quest

But they made it for the most part
Established newfound land
Their names on a piece of paper
Their liberation was so grand

They didn’t have the markets
To buy whatever they’d need
But there were, of course, places
To buy food and a bag of seeds

They rolled their own cigarettes
So different from nowadays
Hard times for certain
Back in the olden days!