| Show THE WIDE ROADS OF HOME HAVE NARROWED Wilma Despain Centerfield Utah Non-Professional Division First Place Essay Here is wherefence stood against the sky whole section ground must mend the fence crooked is downthink and weathered but sturdy now lettingcloud touch the ascome up the lane my arms filled with yellow dahlias for my Fatherquiet place look end beyond across field another Srown in August sun As to home start is up field the resting which with rugged words is turning gold straight fresh steepness come of to mind for harvest furrows the that hill are where Dear words Took turnina the spoken across lane leading by my Father when he was here andwas young and he controlled most of my world His eyes so wise in handsome face reflectedkeen mind andareat soul rocketing arcund in that tall well-built Englishancestored frame tiow in menory see hin looking across his furrowed acres too ooking with contented eyes at thought of many harvests of filled bushels and bursting bins Life vas not all happiness and harvest not all content and success for him have seen his head bowed by areat sorrow and surrounded by black storms with 1ightningrapier thrust with thunderbolts richocheting across his 1ife and loved acres have seen him in He was an crganized restless moods man and each when to stand again where men had never stood crossed many state borders the desert heat and task asfreighter stretching thirst his was pioneer starched in early as blood and days stageccach with winterhoary arctic ice on his runs many times paths thet seeringly would surely have no return impeTled him planred He He had endured driver and cealt He had driven tears as lifecandle flave burned Tow at the passing ofloved one have seen nim sit in everinaquiet mist andoften wonderedhe were indestructible Hard times Yes tut no complaininghave norfear seen hi in his eyes as he looked down the hill at the well marked squares of emerald green at his feet He surveyed his kinadom this kingdor of many contented sights and sounds in late shadowed beauty cf purpling surmer This man wno helped cive me Tife withstood the throes of inner tattle and tortured earth He faced all with courage and rode each heaving crest with dignity He soldiered our lives with examples of honesty balanced aws belief in God and trust -4 in ourselves and our fellowmen |
