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tall wild willows that adorned its "banks. Here our cows could peacefully graze. The river area was a rendezvous of excitement for us kids. Our favorite swimming hole was neatly nestled and snugly secluded among the high willows. The large stream was usually kind to us and beckoned us to its grassy shores. Schools of gray, darting minnows could be seen tempting us to catch them. A small log raft met our needs quite well. The kids on it "became pirates while the others running among the willows became Indians. At times we sinply explored, finding frogs and other living things. Enchantment and harmony were everywhere. Blackbirds with their flute-like voices blended with the meadowlarks perched along the fence line. Wild ducks and geese could be heard chatting and yelping like young puppies in the thick marshes. Glorious symphonic sounds were heard. Truly a time when young human hearts were lifted up and nature's voices sang. At times the cows were almost forgotten. Yet the simple rules of economics had been well learned. If the cows were not taken home and milked, there would be no milk for mush the next morning. Today the scene has greatly changed. Yet happy memories linger of this historic and most fascinating Typical of a small stream In Sanpete. 10 river. |
