To The Pioneers

To The Pioneers

A chapter of history has been written

Each time a pioneer passes on

And their story is almost completed

For those oldtimers will soon be gone.

No longer we'll hear from their own lips

Of the many adventures they had

Of the hardships and trials they endured

In poor times, and when the weather was bad.

Now they came to the west in a wagon

Drawn by oxen, through wind, rain and sun

With only their folks few possessions

To find a home in Saskatchewan.

Many days over trails they did travel

Through the long prairie grass, their way made

Suffering sickness and many misfortunes

And the fear of an Indian raid.

When they finally located a homestead

A small shack was built on the land

The early pioneers made sod houses

Where no wood could be found at hand.

You may hear about all of their hardships

But they'll tell you some 'fun' stories too

Of the school dances, socials and picnics

And their own community do's.

The men helped their neighbors at threshing

Or a barn raising bee, often held

Traded what they'd not need to another

Or help dig a new neighbor's well.

The women assisted each other

Whenever a new child arrived

Did chores while her husband was working

At odd jobs, to help them survive.

But not all of course were just farmers

For they came here from all walks of life

Some to live in a village or hamlet

They experienced their full share of strife.

Now to those pioneers yet remaining

Our respect, admiration we give

May your courage, your strength and your spirit

In generations to come ever live.

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