NO TURNING BACK 60 by 50 by 26 inches Edition of 7  -  SOLD OUT   NO TURNING BACK Too young and naive to think they could fail Too full of visions for the end of the trail They stored their silk dresses and donned calico To join in the cry of Westward Ho Their diaries tell of the endless hours The vast sea of grass and bounty of wildflowers They tell of children conceived and born And of those who were buried in the gray silent morn Still the wagons rolled on and the ruts got deeper The column moved westward as the route got steeper Teams dropped from exhaustion in the summer heat As the emigrants pressed on defying defeat They met Indians who were friends and many that were foe They saw days of drought and blinding snow Only one thing was certain along this wagon track There was absolutely No Turning Back