Where The Trail Ends Poem by Buxton Shippy

Twas not her thighs that caught his eyes
Or the protruding mounds on her chest;
Twas speeches, orated, beneath the skies;
Arrested by a heart, yearned for the test.

Vows exchanged on a summer's day,
Against a town's spinsters' mob.
Though bodies, presented, walked away;
Mindful of his consecrated rod.

After some years past,
Children came from the union.
We pray this family last,
Amidst a contrary omen.

So fight life's storms, my family friends
And rend your hearts, where the trail ends.