| Show TO PIONEER Jenny Lind Salt Lake MOTHER City Professional First Brown Utah Division Place Poetry How Tong the earth has held your dead Though wind-swept snow and seeping rain Have leveled mounds of barren plain How still they Of droning Ascend bees to ease Where sleep and the you knelt The broken sod with Has grown Yet shadowed With weathered On this in to slowly heal erase nor can time alone walls day and grave stone bow my head-do not know who Ties below But your burdened seal shroud cannot still am stress wings grief and green sorrow 1ifted tears shield Your only Toneliness once to when with dead And haunted bydistant knell That solaced then and lingers AT is well all is well still THIRTY-AND-FIVE Dorothy Buchanan Richfield Utah Professional Division Second Place Poetry My father North to He made Toys for and Salt the rode Lake trip for Christmas the RG in the month his and -123 store of July to so he took buy me |
