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Blessed pioneer, Tearfully, I satnd beside your grave. I think about your life and hope somehow You know the gratitude I feel. Though in this life we never met, Your heritage is mine, and so I wonder if I'll someday know you well, I cannot tell... For trials also come to me, Though not the same as yours. My faith is tested every day. And often I am blessed. But will I have the strength to pass the test? Gifted pioneer. Beautifully, a temple stands upon a nearby hill Your hands and others helped to make it so. Your love and talent shows itself Inside this sacred edifice, So is it carved upon my heart where'er I go. Can I someday be worthy of knowing such a man? I hope I can. DREAMS OF A PIONEER Ellen L. Tucker Fairview, Utah First Place Poetry Senior Division The oxen were tired, and the sun was hot. The driver was proud of the team he had bought. Down in this valley so beautiful and green--It was the most peaceful sight he had ever seen. With the clear streams and rich deep soil, He would plant and harvest with great toil. In his mind he could see, the cabin he planned To live with his family in this beautiful land. Indian paint brush flowers and sego lillies too, Would be planted by his cabin in this land so new. The laughter of children would adorn his home. From this great happiness he would never more roam. This same valley where Moroni had trod, A Temple to be built to worship God. There was work to be done by this brave pioneer. Who had come to this Valley, we hold so dear. -27- |
