Down the Wagon Trail

My first attempt at writing poetry.

Some days I feel,

we are a top the wheels

of a wagon trail,

searching for our Holy Grail.

Our West is South,

from town to town.

Leaving useless goods,

never to be found.

Break downs happen,

back-tracking the trail,

our journey has slowed, 

but we will not fail.

Wagon wheel is broken,

Oxen must rest,

Recalculation is spoken,

must continue the quest. 

Our fortitude is strong,

we will continue on, 

Down the Wagon Trail.