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.