| Show THESE HILLS ARE MINE Eleanor Madsen Ephraim Honorable Utah Mention Poetry These hills are mine In their shadowshave grown From Towhead to Mooseneiah claim The them Maples for and my the own Aspen groves Horsehoe streaked with waning snow The Danish Knoll and Bluebell Flats Where walk the These hills soft-eyed are doe mine Echoes hundred summers old By rocky ledge and Pidgeon creek Head-feathered Hid their red men plunder By the ponds bold pitched their tents John August Lake Made their trails over the ridges Watched the sleeping forest wake These hills are mine Where sound of wood Lean straight and father steel with are his ome axe Toiled in the fingered summer sun From the sawmill to the town He guided oxen with their heavy load Giant logs of balsam spruce and fir Along ridge These hills called are Wagon Road mine Where roamed the transient The eager lad with willow Trailed Along He his the brought flock up the quickening the At the coyoteHalf silence of lamb sheep staff canyon crystal to the steep stream campfire bright cry in the half-sound the leaf-still night 52 |
