How The West Was Won

    The West wasn’t won with musket and ball
By adventurer/explorer braving the wild,
    Or the high-hatted marshal quick on the draw,
But by a praying woman holding her child.
 
    Neither buckskin rider on a buffalo run,
Nor hard-bitten teamster driving his mules,
    Or the blue-coated soldier with pony and gun
Left us neighborhoods, libraries, churches and schools.

    It was our god-fearing mothers, faithful and blessed,
Supporting their husbands in work side by side
    Who enabled our nation to tame the wild west.
And laid the foundation for our future lives.

   And she did it all as a matter of course,
 Following our God and fulfilling her part.
    She needn’t replace with weapons of force
Her submissive spirit, or her praying heart.

This poem was published in the book Take Me To The Garden.

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