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Show Old Cottonwood Editor's Note Impressed with the dedication of the new Third-Ninth Third-Ninth ward chapel, Sunday afternoon, after-noon, A. B. Mendenhall of Maple-ton, Maple-ton, has contributed this appropriate appro-priate poem. OLD COTTONWOOD Old cottonwood has caught the spell Of autumn in the air It's yellow leaves come fluttering down; Symbols of peace and prayer. The oldest living landmark It rises above the stream Together they have watched the march Of this epic Western scene. Before the white man's advent, The red man's tepee arose. The sego lily blossomed Before the fragrant rose. This old tree saw the vanguards Of a new and better day Where industry and brotherhood And tolerance held sway. They built a thriving commonwealth common-wealth The friendly tree gave shade Soon churches, stores and homes were built Along the esplanade. Soon children came with book and slate To garner wisdom's store And the bonds of kinship tie us To those happy days of yore. Then music, art and drama, Rose to cheer them on their way And life became a thing of joy With reverence, work and play. A lovely chapel near fills the square Builded by grace and skill Old Cottonwood fits in the plan Like a spray of daffodils. I Live on old friend! In veneration stand ! Your crested pineions wave above A fruitful, favored land. , Aaron B. Mendenhall |