| Show Ladies bow Curtsy right Hear my voice Now sashay Letbe gay And REJOICE Source Mt Pleasant pp 70 71 BRIDE AT FIFTEEN Margaret Shomaker Roy Utah Professional Division Second Place Poetry She Tooked upon the valley smoke-green sagebrush Hugged the ground the lupine lay in threads across the sand Tone tree rustled with the breeze While birds hopped restless She dreamedTittle -But felt the dust upon her Is this the She smiled place -bride upon its branches lips would call her home Remembering the velvet green of wooded walks The hemlock in Conkle Hollow walled by Towering cliffs of black hand sandstone She looked again the mountain Lay like some great She gained sentinel an unknown lined horizon protecting her strength The challenge of wedded youth was hers She vowed her hands would plant the seed Her parched 1ips would taste the ripeness of their yield She heard the wagon master Slowly the wooden She rose brushed call wheels began the wrinkles On to Sandpitch to turn from her muslin The sunset spread flame across her face The Two Her evening would be cool seagulls spread their wings toward footsteps marked the wagon trail She took his calloused Over the hill home hand to follow the west skirt |
