By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 25, 2018 Hillside Grain Field By Eva Willes Wangsgaard I know departed pioneers have foundTheir just reward for victory and defeat,But wish they all might hear the happy soundThat summer whispers running through the wheat.My grandfather would love to walk these hills,Remembering them as rugged sage terrainWhere now a kinder desert sunlight spillsOver the rippling crests of mellowed grain.For he was one w...
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