Poem by Margaret A. Knapp

Telling of their move by covered wagon

 

 

‘Twas August 1931

The weather’d let us down

So we headed west for Idaho

Where we planned to settle down.

 

We’d been out there before

And had looked it over

We bought a little farm there

And thot we were in clover.

 

Mountains high and forested

Valleys lush and green

It really looked like heaven

The prettiest place we’d seen.

 

We loaded covered wagons

And started on our way

The Codys, Knapps and us four

Didn’t go far that day.

 

The horses were quite spooky

And one of Dad’s got loose

And that crazy critter

Nearly cooked our goose.

 

We jumped out of our rolled out bed

And in just a minute

That old mare’s big round feet

Landed smack dab in it.

 

As we traveled day by day

They really settled down

Thot the wagons were their home

And always stayed around.

 

The roads were different then and we

Could get off any where

To camp beside a rushing stream

And no one seemed to care.

 

The towns and cities we passed thru

I can’t remember all

But as I write I’ll try to name them

A few that I recall.

 

Helena I do remember

‘Twas there the climb began

That took us o’er the great divide

And a down hill road again.

 

Missoula was a two day stay

For there we had to rest

The horses for the glanders

‘Fore we could go on west.

 

One night was near Ravalli

On the Indian reservation

Not far from the Seelish tribe

Of the Blackfoot nation.

 

We bought pictures of the chief

Thot it a good idea

To keep him happy that way

Then he’d let our horses be.

 

On we went to Deep Creek

And that it was for sure

A beautiful flowing river

Of water clear and pure.

 

Then I remember Thompson Falls

The road had flattened some

And soon we’ll see Lake Pend D’Oreille

Our journey nearly done.

 

Prairie horses don’t need shoes

When travling on the sod

But road work makes a difference

And they had to be shod.

 

First time round was quite a task

But they found out real soon

Those steel shoes upon their feet

Really were a boon.

 

It took us just a month until

We pulled through our front gate

We’d had good weather all the way

And all of us felt great.

 

In all that month our bathtub

Was a rushing mountain stream

When that water hit our bodies

It brot forth quite a scream.

 

The trip from Montana to Idaho

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