There's an old rundown shack
With a weathered old door.
The windows are gone,
And there's dirt for the floor.



If only those boards could talk.
The stories they could tell,
Of hardship, tears and love
That kept a family strong.



The determination to not give in,
The drive to carry on.
The strength to build a family.
The love to last a life time long.



These were the lives of our pioneers,
Each of them an ancestor to someone.
They put down roots for the family.
Oh!  How that family has grown.



So hats off to the pioneers,
Without them we would not be
Keep them in your hearts,
And pray that they are with HE.



REMEMBER THEM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



© Betty Schenk