To you, the restless ones,
Who moved on while your neighbors tarried among their fat swine; The valorous ones, who fought where others trembled,
Who went on where others faltered, and left a trail for them to follow. Who died where others dared not, and left a monument for them to marvel at; The unsatisfied, who never saw a horizon but that its closeness smothered you, Who found no pleasure where the morning sun came over the same hills day after day; To you, the unorthodox, the unrestrained. The Pioneers.