By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 18, 2018 Tranquility By Celia Van Cott These hills, like a sweet old lady,Wrapped in a paisley shawl,Composed at the end of a day of rest,Are our Utah hills in the fall. The mountains are veiled in purple,The hills wear a halo of light,As soft as the blue in a patchwork quiltTo tuck them in for the night. (1949) ...
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