While the young folks were having their good times
Some of the mothers were giving birth to their babies
Three babies were born in our company that summer
My cousin, Emily, gave birth to a son in Utah
Forty miles north of the Great Salt Lake one morning
But the next morning she traveled on
'Til noon when a stop was made and another child was born
This time Susan Mollmeyer
And gave the baby the name Alice Nevada
Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down
prairieroads
Pass the lone church spire
Pass the talking wire from where to who knows?
There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the
wildwestern plains
Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming
overspaces
The land was free and the price was right
Dakota on the wall is a white-robed woman, broad yet
maidenly
Such power in her hand as she hails the wagon man's family
I see Indians that crawl through this mural that recalls
ourhistory
Who were the homestead wives?
Who were the gold rush brides?
Does anybody know?
Do their works survive their yellow fever lives in the
pages theywrote?
The land was free, yet it cost their lives
In miner's lust for gold, a family's house was bought and
sold, piece by piece
A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name,
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