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My Ancestors Came Across the Plains


My ancestors came across the plains to pursue a life where they could worship This they did all for me so I might not have to live as they From New York to Ohio Ohio to Missouri Then to their beloved Nauvoo in Ilinois Here they stay and life is good only to leave again As they leave the persecution and Nauvoo, that city beautiful They push on through snow and ice With great courage they come Winter Quarters They are hungry, tired and many are sick So many loved ones they would bury Leaving them behind As they search for a home in the West As I walk in an Omaha cemetery I think of them Their lives Their sacrifice to push to the Salt Lake Valley My ancestors came across the plains to pursue a life where they could worship This they did all for me so I might not have to live as they So grateful I am this and every day
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