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SANPITCH RIVER Eleanor P. Madsen Ephraim, Utah Second Honorable Mention O untamed river, Wandering through a thirsty land, What silent legends, what untold dreams, Are buried in your sifting sands? How many weary travelers Have paused tp satisfy their thirst Nor cared if oxen or covered wagons' Heavy wheels had crossed there first? O peaceful rill, Where willows whispered in the wind, Did comely Indian maiden dance In beaded dress of wild doe skin? Did wandering Redman pitch their tents Many, many moons ago, Along your verdant, grassy banks Where spawning fish swam to and fro? 0 murky creek, What spectacle did your eyes behold, As campfires smoldered tnrough the night, The tom-tom chant, the war drums rolled, And painted warriors danced around? Black thunder clouds riding in the sky, Tumult, struggle, bloodshed, heartache, Your turbulent waters echoing the cry. O steadfast stream, Over parched and sunbaked soil, Waters flowed in furrows brown, Rewarding pioneer sweat and toil, - 9 - |
