For The Children
Little boys and little girls
Dirty feet and pretty curls,
Some with smiles, some with pain
They walked along the wagon train.
The wind would blow about their heads
The dirt and grass would be their beds.
Often sick and clothed in rags
Still they loved their Moms and Dads.
Men with oxen mules and flies,
Women cooked and baked the pies.
"Daddy, who is leading Brigham Young?"
"Why Jesus Christ, of course, my son."
A morning sun, a moonlit night
A just reward for doing right.
Some only see what's in their hand
Others see what's in God's plan.
Russell M. Leger
October 21, 1996
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