| Show HIS QUEEN OF THE SOUTHERN PLATEAU Hugh Brady Route Box 82 ID 83 Downey Senior Citizen Second Place Division Poetry It was apple time Fairview his old home town lay calm and quiet man with bared head stood in awe at the eastern glory Twasmorning of Nineteen Sixty-three Her splendor recalledmemory She was his Queen of the Southern Plateau She sat Clothed on in her her eternal throne overlooking most gorgeous attire her vast domain From her gentle sloping brow fell ringlets of dark pine tresses Falling into heavy folds over her left shoulder Among which she had gracefully tuckedsprig of golden aspen Her long gown of ripened grass Hung from her waist like rippled brass At the hem of which the brown earth rested Her lap heldfew clusters of scarlet maple From vast expanse of bronze oak leaves her long flowing Was designed Her kindly eyes of 1light-green chaparral Sniled down upon her aging subject And bid him Her cool welcome morning home breath rested upon As he recalled the days of his youth his wrinkled brow Anong her maples on the Flat He saw again his contented cows on the hillside And his little play farm in the shade He saw again the sheep as they left their bedground And the curly lambs playing Follow-the-Leader On the hillside steep The His man he could stand it no longer Love she would come at his call Together theydrive up the canyon Wherc the wagons had ground out the soil He wanted to bring to his bosom An armful of flowers Goldenrod sheaf And touch again with his finger The shimmering aspen leaf The man and his wife returned that day From his haunts of long ago To the home of his youth On The Creek -95 robe |
