The Wide Roads of Home Have Narrowed

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 07
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1975
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
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Title The Wide Roads of Home Have Narrowed
Description THE WIDE ROADS OF HOME HAVE NARROWED Wilma M. Despain Centerfield, Utah Non-Professional Division First Place Essay Here is where a fence stood, crooked and weathered, but sturdy against the sky. A whole section is down now, letting a cloud touch the ground. "I must mend the fence," I think as I come up the lane, my arms filled with yellow dahlias for my Father's quiet place. I look across a field which is turning gold for harvest. I look across and beyond another field with straights fresh furrows that are turning brow in August sun. As I start up the rugged steepness of the hill, where the lane leading to home is resting, words come to mind. Dear words, spoken by my Father when he was here, and I was young and he controlled most of my world. His eyes, so wise in handsome face, reflected a keen mind and a great soul rocketing around in that tall, well-built, English-ancestored frame. Now, in memory, I see him looking across his furrowed acres too, look- ing with contented eyes a tthought of many harvests, of filled bushels and bursting bins. Life was not all happiness and harvest, not all content and success for him. I have seen his head bowed by great sorrow and surrounded by black storms with lightning's rapier thrust, with thunderbolts richocheting across his life and loved acres. I have seen him in restless moods when his pioneer blood impelled him to stand again where men had never stood. He was an organized man,and each task was starched and planted. He crossed many state borders as a freighter in early days. He had endured the desert's heat and stretching thirst as a stagecoach driver and dealt with winter's hoary, arctic ice on his runs many times. He had driven paths that seemingly would surely have no return. I have seen his tears as life's candle flame burned low, at the passing of a loved one. I have seen him sit in evening's quiet mist and I often wondered if he were indestructible? Hard tines? Yes, but no complaining nor fear in his eyes as we looked down the hill at the well marked squares of emerald green, at his feet. He surveyed his kingdom, this kingdom of many contented sights and sounds in late shadowed beauty of purpling summer. This man, who helped give me life, withstood the throes of inner battle and tortured earth. He faced all with courage and rode each heav- ing crest with dignity. He soldiered our lives with examples of honesty, balanced laws, belief in God,and trust in ourselves and our fellowmen. -4-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 7
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325313
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