lovaliss's Diaryland Diary

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Today I heard this poem for the first time and it has moved me a lot, I've listened to it over and over again. It's what I think I have been attempting to say, didn't feel brave enough to say, and wondered if I would be considered foolish or weak for saying.

Pioneers
My people were Mormon pioneers.
Is the blood still good?
They stood by in awe as truth
Flew by like a dove
And dropped a feather in the West.
Where truth flies you follow
If you are a pioneer.

I have searched the skies
And now and then
Another feather has fallen.
I have packed the handcart again
Packed it with the precious things
And thrown away the rest.

I will sing by the fires at night
Out there on uncharted ground
Where I am my own captain of tens
Where I blow the bugle
Bring myself to morning prayer
Map out the miles
And never know when or where
Or if at all
I will finally say,
�This is the place,�

I face the plains
On a good day for walking.
The sun rises
And the mist clears.
I will be alright:
My people were Mormon pioneers.

�Pioneers,�
by CAROL LYNN PEARSON

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTK-ijA5qYc&feature=player_embedded

1:49 a.m. - 2012-08-16

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