HANDCART PIONEERS
Painting ?Handcart pioneers? by Minerva Teichart

Day after endless day across the pitiless plains
The handcart people wended, feeling many pains,
Blistered hands, often cut and swollen barefeet,
Trudged with hope glimmering ever onward to greet
The spot appointed as their safe and sacred place,
Some would make it, others would go into God?s grace,
How many shallow graves left by many a tear stained face.
Courage was their password, the truth their guiding light,
Living the gospel their purpose, living it with all their might.
Some had to pull the carts through thick mud and mire,
Others pushed, everyone walked, the situation dire,
But they made it, through heavy rain and sun, ice and snow,
They accepted it all as onward to home they vowed to go.
A few meager possessions pulled and pushed across the plain
Knowing this was the right thing to do, and meet loved ones again.
We may never have to suffer like the handcart companies of old,
But we have trials and our tribulations, many could be told,
But had not those Saints struggled across the cruel harsh earth,
We may not have the gospel which is of such great worth.

M Ann Margetson © November 21, 2000

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