
The Pony Express Trail – Original route;
Once traversed by mail kids – On horses π΄ so stout;
What things did occur here – A long time ago;
So many adventures – That we’ll never know;
I wonder how many – Of the courier crew;
Succumbed to trail hazards – Did not make it through;
How many were pierced by a darted arrow – And which died of heat when their water ran low;
Back then no gas stations β½ were on the trailside – For couriers to restock when low on supplies;
And there were no cell phones to call for rescue – In fact there was not even a rescue crew;
Those pony trail riders were brave souls for sure – Showing how much hardship humans can endure;
I took a quick photo, to post on my blog – Thinking π€ of the long miles those horses had trod;
And as I departed that vast, lonely trail – I thought I heard something echo through the hills;
It seemed like the sound of a galloping horse – A ghostly mail courier, still on the trails course?;
Perhaps he did not know that he was now dead – Still bringing his packages, full speed ahead;
It sent a shiver, from my spine to my toes – Nah, just illusion – no such thing as ghosts π».Β
