Run Little Pony Run

 

In the shimmering distance ..

Right out of the sun.

Came a horse and a rider ..

Run little pony run.

 

Through the tall grass waving ..

That pony bucking just for fun.

Past old bones in wild places …

Run little pony run.

 

To the mountains blue beyond ..

Straight  to the far horizon.

Past prairie dogs and buffalo ..

Run little pony run.

 

Like the wind across the plains ..

 Race a horse and  man as one.

Through the night and the rain ..

Run little pony  run.

 

Two hearts big and pounding.

Until the singing wire is done.

For eighteen months of glory ...

Run little pony run.

 

David D Jerald

 

Pony Express

 In April 1860, the Pony Express began delivery of mail from Saint Joseph, Missouri, to Sacramento, California. The mail was then taken by boat to San Francisco. Relays of young, lightweight, riders covered the 3,164-km (1,966-mi) journey in about 10 days. These riders faced hazardous weather conditions and hostile Native Americans. The Pony Express closed in October 1861, when transcontinental telegraph lines were completed.

THE SPIRIT OF THE PONY EXPRESS

 "From the days of ancient Persia to dawn of modern industry, horse and rider served to bind together the provinces of monarchy, empire and republic.  No state long survived its inability to promote the dissemination of knowledge and information among its people.   In mid-century America, communication between St. Joseph on the fringe of western settlement and gold mining communities of California challenged the bold and made skeptical the timid. Into this picture rode the Pony Express.  In rain and in snow, in sleet and in hail over moonlit prairie, down tortuous mountain path . . . pounding pony feet knitted together the ragged edges of a rising nation.  Frank S. Popplewell