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THE TIE THAT BINDS Reva T. Jensen Santa Maria, California Senior Division Honorable Mention #1 Poetry Not everyone can compete For a page in "The Saga of Sanpete" But I can worship from afar For I was born under a Sanpete star. Through the years' haunting edges Of twice told tales and hardships wedges, Mountains with their purple hue That gave the valley a forbidding view. How each man came, turned the sod, Behind every plough, his prayers to God. They gave their youth and a unique hand So those who follow might understand To sacrifice for wondrous things Bring blessings flying in on wings; Now that generation, laid to rest, Have I carried on their last request? My eyes rest on visionary faces As feet now turn to sweet-scented places, Keeping time to a modern beat Hurrying on, and unlistening street. But the tie, like the hush of night Binds my soul with sheer delight. (Reva T. Jensen, born August 30, 1900.) -65- |
