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Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 13, 1981 - Sanpete County

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INDIAN CAMP<br />

Bonny Nielson Dahlsrud<br />

Box 195<br />

Salina, Utah 84654<br />

Non-Pr<strong>of</strong>essional Division, Second Place Poetry<br />

The crouching, chanting, brown-skinned, women pause<br />

To brush back heavy strands <strong>of</strong> dusted hair.<br />

One dabs stained quills on wea<strong>the</strong>red skins and draws<br />

In savage style. Ano<strong>the</strong>r mends a tear<br />

In beaded moccasins. Sun dries raw meat,<br />

Rough tanning hides, and cracks <strong>the</strong> thirsty ground.<br />

Some small boys gallop through sagebrush and heat,<br />

Loud war whoops mimicking <strong>the</strong> eerie sound<br />

Of battles hell designed. A wi<strong>the</strong>red chief<br />

Once young, once proud, sits silent, head bent low.<br />

He does not feel <strong>the</strong> scorching sun, just grief<br />

And yesteryears. Some skulls <strong>of</strong> buffalo<br />

Support <strong>the</strong> babies strapped to boards, hands curled.<br />

Primitive cradles — A primitive world.<br />

Source: Heart Throbs <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> West, by Mrs. Kate B. Garter (Excerpts from different Indian camp scenes)<br />

SANPETE SUMMER<br />

Cindy Nielson<br />

186 West 200 North<br />

Manti, Utah 84642<br />

Non-Pr<strong>of</strong>essional Division, Honorable Mention Poetry<br />

The sun beats down upon <strong>the</strong> field -<br />

Shrinks water as it passes by<br />

In <strong>the</strong> irrigation ditch<br />

Beneath <strong>the</strong> cloudless sky.<br />

No breath <strong>of</strong> wind with welcome cool;<br />

Heat rays arise from <strong>the</strong> parched ground.<br />

The farmer, in his face, concern<br />

Scans helplessly his crops around.<br />

Not long and it will be too late;<br />

Not long, <strong>the</strong> summer's work for naught.<br />

(An earlier drought two years ago<br />

Though over is not yet forgot.)<br />

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