Riverside Farm Mt. Pleasant, Iowa
A piece of old rail fence outlives;
the years
And makes a pattern where we
hang our dreams
It was the heartbeat of our pioneers
A part of all their planning and
their schemes.
their schemes.
They cleared the land and then they
fenced it in
They laid the sturdy logs, hog-tight
and strong
To guard a crop of corn or flax to
spin
This rail fence is an echo of their
song.
It is a scrap of their great yesterday
A staggered bit of old biography
That lived beyond the hands that
helped to lay
The cornerstone of our land’s
history.
In some far future we will be the
past
Perhaps our dreams like these old
rails will last.
