| Show To mark the valley of the Sanpitch By me from early sight High and deep on tne Tofty loved and known range Long and tapered slabs of stone are formed in strange Near-likeness Pressed tohorseshoe giant into the mountain crest and bent Seasons paint between the stonesmound of white Of colored flora or misty shroud of blue At this shrine stand in quiet mood To lose my thoughts in silence of the altitude And Yet prize the experiencesurely know in ages Red men and white as my gone have walked own upon The valley floor and the towered height And marvelled at the different stone design In the future there again will be someone Standing Wondering in awesome about the solitude phenomenon Existing here through centuries gone LI SOJAR Simpson Moroni Utah Professional First Place Division Short Story Andy Nissen spent the greater part of the morning demonstrating his lack of artistic ability by painting an Indian head on the flat side of his canteen After the work was finished he surveyed it critically and wished he hadnbothered The nose wasbit prominent he thought also the cheek bones He thought he had capturedfairly good expression in the eyes however They were shadowed and looked cruel the way he imagined fighting Indianeyes would look He also liked the braid of black hair what part of it he could get into the cramped space Andybrother Rich Tooked at the painting withcritical eye while he supressedlaugh Looks like he might havebellyache Andy Andy ignored the jibe and Tooked thoughtful m going into Sanpete tomorrow Rich Better change your mind and come along No Andy mgoing on to the coast His eyes swept Andyfivefoot-two frame andtaunting smile played at the corners of his mouth You canbe sure the Minute Men will take you Andy You standlittle short in your Rich was boots aware that Andy was determined to join up with fighting forces against Black Hawk and that it probably would beloss of effort to try to 41 |
