The beaten down travelers
Traveled through swamps
Traveled through deserts
Traveled through the untraveled terrain
Until they reached the bridge
The secret to success
Lay in crossing the bridge
The valley lay deep
The river ran wild
And they faced the bridge
Awaiting the train
Of which never came
They sat day and night
Distanced from food
Comforted by the fire
And the gurgle of water
The hours turned into days
The days into weeks
The food started scarce
The food was now gone
Yet still they waited
For the non existent train
And then, like a flicker of hope
Streaming out of the distance
A lone whistle was heart
They travelers all heard
They waited in silence
Unable to move, unbelieving at first
But as the train moved along
Beside their ragged shoulders
They slowly gathered their camp
And began the treacherous pass
The little ones were silent
As they held their breath across
The elders acted knowing
As if they had done this before
But as the last of the travelers
Passed across at the end
They celebrated with excitement
Like they had been, come, and gone
Soon they had made it
To the destination they sought
They set up their tents
And led their mules out to pasture
Plots were then got
Land was then claimed
A village was sprung
On the other side of the bridge
