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Show 8 CITIZENS CORNER jjf CHILDHOOD MEMORIES fyf As I listen to the wind f Sighing through the pines, 1 The sound brings back a memory ' Of other precious times. When as children in the canyon's Near the old homestead we played, And we listened to the wind In the pines of hill and glade. These memories are most forgotten, As time goes swiftly by, The birds were so beautiful Soaring through the sky. The clouds that formed many a picture, As we watched them floating high. Cattle lowing in the pasture Where they grazed from dawn till night, The rain as it fell from heaven Leaving everything so bright. The creek's flowing from the mountains Were fed from snowcapped peaks, In autumn the trees turned to gold , As Jack Frost painted their cheeks. J We gathered the wild flowers f From the hills surrounding the farm, V . Waited for the lillies to frlossom ' iJL . In the cove behind the' baro, fR Filling Mother's vases MW? With all that they could hold Lf$M, Seeing the love she ha foKus, 'ivfe? ESJ Was more precious than silver or' gold. If By Dixie Shakespear, 7N Trppic.Utah JfiJiL, lO) |