He strolled the long and dusty road
From Kansas, one July
Uncertain what the path would bode
Or if he’d live or die
A farmer’s son, he sought a life
Beyond the cows and grass
And so, he strode amid the strife
That came on Tamar Pass.

The trail had been the talk for years
Thanks to the lives she claimed
Her shoulders held hundreds of tears
Left by the souls she tamed
She was a stretch of prairie land
Yet, in the summer heat
Across her bounds, no winds were fanned
Thus, settlers found defeat.

The farmer’s son was not deterred
His mission was quite clear
He gave no thought to tales he heard
And showed no sign of fear
As he progressed along the trail
Known widely as “The Pass”
He was certain he would not fail
Due to his lonely lass.

His lonely lass had left the plains
Two years she had been gone
Yet, love remained in that lad’s veins
And in each ounce of brawn
No twists or turns, no wind or sleet
Could cease his stubborn side
The lad knew not of harsh defeat
Just that he missed his bride.

It was a long, uncertain trail
From Kansas to the sea
And yet, the lad, to his avail
Returned once more to me
He lived his days upon the shore
And nights, upon the sand
So far from where he’d been before
Yet, where the Lord had planned.

He lived with me for sixty years
Before the angels came
My shoulders hold hundreds of tears
My life is not the same
But, I shall keep the memories
Far from the cows and grass
Of how my love returned to me
Upon the Tamar Pass.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection