THE HISTORICAL MARKER
Janell Harris
Wales, Utah
Saga of the Sanpitch
1970
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On a desolate spot, it stands alone,
A silent edifice of stone.
A place to pause, if you're so inclined
To satisfy your curious mind.
You may earn £ in a kinship of your own.
A metal breastplate it proudly wears,
Tarnished with age, but still it bears
The names of those who passed this way
That fatal day.
This spot is theirs.
Your pulse may quicken as you read
Of Indian battle or incredible deed,
And reflect past history as it was made.
Here on this spot where lives were lost
A debt was paid.
As in reverent solitude you stand.
In remembrance of those who walked this land.
Setting imagination free, you almost see
A feathered headdress in a tree,
2 moccasined footprints in the sand.
The heritage of the past has grown
In this sheltered valley, we have known.
As the wind whispers voices quietly,
all that is left for us to see
Is this a silent edifice of stone.
= T4, =
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