Westward we rolled o'er the prairie,
Riding from daybreak till night,
No town in which we may tarry,
No friendly cabins in sight.
Hardship is ever before us,
Sickness and dangers assail,
Storms and tornadoes break o'er us,
Still we ride over the trail.
Far from the cities we're rolling,
Neighbors and friends left behind,
Only the bright hope consoling,
New lands and homes we may find.
Wagon wheels, firm and strong,
Ride o'er desert and plain,
All day long, roll along,
Through the sunshine and rain.
Source: A History of Foster County 1983 Page 39