| Show MEMORIES Sandra Ockey Box 59 Ephraim UT 84627 Non-Professional Division First Place Poetry How wellremember her She must have been old even then Her thinning white hair Her soft wrinkled cheek How oftenpressed my own cheek to hers donremember hearing her gossip or talk loudly Or speak rudely Butdo remember her laugh-A sweet ladylike laugh Much 1ike the kiss of the sun on the blue mountains Such was she She could tell wonderful stories Stories of yesterday-Of covered wagons Indians and uprisings Hardship hard work and infinite trust in God She with her beautiful home and treasures Speaking of tents log cabins and sod houses The thirsty finger of the sun often taking the crops And the frozen feet of winter covering the land in early fall Her words seemed incredible Butknew Without conscious volition That she spoke the simple truth otarving baby crying child An overworked mother An exhausted father These things were real--these people were real Yes this beautiful lady This cold hungry child Ironically alike Yetdistance of 75 years separated them Memories Like the migrating geese Are often But always far away sure to return -25 |
