I Think of Pioneers

By Sandy Halvorson

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    Sometimes when I must walk to school, it seems a long, long way.

    I get to feeling tired and would like to stop and play.

    But then I think of pioneers who walked by sun and star;

    And suddenly my little walk doesn’t seem so far.

    Sometimes on cold, dark winter nights I crawl beneath the sheet

    And wish I had a cozy place to warm my chilly feet.

    But then I think of pioneers who camped outside all night

    And only had a fire’s glow to give them warmth and light.

    Sometimes when I am hungry and want something good to eat,

    My mother gives me carrots when I’d rather have a sweet.

    But then I think of pioneers who thanked God and were glad

    For anything at all to eat—my carrots aren’t so bad.

    Sometimes when I have chores to do and I would rather play,

    I think of pioneers and know they worked most all the day.

    And so I guess I can’t complain about things that I must do,

    For when I think of pioneers, I’m very blessed—aren’t you?

    Illustrated by Beth Maryon