Seven supplies I'd take with care:
A sturdy wagon to carry my load
A rifle for hunting along the road
Tents and blankets to keep me warm
As I journey through nature's charm
A set of tools for tasks to mend
And basic foods that will sustain
A compass and map to guide the way
Through landscapes wide, as I pioneer today
These seven supplies, essential to me
For the challenges of the Trail. you see.
The wagon, my dependable ride
A refuge from the elements' tide.
The rifle, to provide sustenance
When game appears, it ensures existence
Tents and blankets, sheltering embrace
Against cold nights, a cozy space.
The tools, all-purpose and robust
For repairs, to ensure the wagon thrust
Foodstuffs, simple but nourishing
To keep strength for the journey's pushing
And the compass, my guiding light
Through trackless plains, it keeps me right
With maps unfolding the terrain
I venture forth with a sense of gain
On this Oregon Trail, my journey's flight
These supplies sustain, from dawn to night
As pioneers forged paths untold
With resilience, courage, and stories bold.