"The Santa Fe Trail," and Other Poems

by Joseph Robert Wilson

Creeping closer to the trail.

The children and the women,

Oh! ’tis hard that they should die.

Then the musket shots ring out

From cool men bent on killing,

Fighting for the ones they love,

Though ten to one outnumbered,

Until morning tints the sky

And with it ends the combat.

Then the town of Santa Fe,