Ode To The Pony Express

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Via Pony Express

This week we will remember the brave Pony Express

The rider who delivered the mail to all the towns out West.

From April 1860 to October '61

From St. Joseph, Missouri, to California sun.

Back then there was no UPS, no Fed Ex nor airplanes

And railroad tracks were not yet laid on all the Western plains.

So mail had to be delivered by brave men on horseback

They rode all day and into night with mail in big brown sacks.

The youngest was 11, and all were under 20

The work was hard, the pay OK; adventure there was plenty

They rode through rain and icy snow, and under searing sun

They dropped mail off in every town, 'til all the job was done.

It lasted only 18 months 'til the telegraph lines came

But the honored place of the Pony Express in U.S. history remains.

That's why in Arizona we're proud to show, I guess,

Just how the U.S. mail came through by the original Pony Express.

The Hashknife Sheriff's Posse pack up the bags of mail

To re-enact 200 miles, they set off on the trail.

From Holbrook, then to Heber, to Payson after Pine

The galloping riders mount their steeds, and take us back in time.

So when you read this poem, you're part of a grand success.

It was carried in the saddlebags of the great Pony Express.

Written by Vera Jeanne to commemorate the 2001 Ride of the Pony Express

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