Through the big timber country, rolling with a head of steam. River horses haul the log booms to sawmills back upstream. With broad-axe and cross cut, rugged loggers cut and toil, And the steamboat bears the burden and the bounty of the soil. Such a long, long time ago. Past the cornfields and meadows, cattle grazing by the way.
Blue skies crest the hillsides on a golden summer's day.
Wave from the railing to the children on the shore. Like a painting of a daydream, lost in time forever more. Sundown on the river, peaceful harbor lies ahead. Come tomorrow, start all over, but tonight it's journey's end. I had asked him to tell me about the medals he was wearing and he related this story.