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Show j STERLING IN POETRY j At the Edwards Supreme Society reunion, held at Palisade park July 1-1, 15 and 1G, and which was reported report-ed in the News at the time, a poem, ' written by A. E. Edwards, was read and was omitted in the general wviteup. The poem follows: j There's a quaint little town in the Wasatch, ! Nestled close, near the foot of hill, Like the sweet smelling scent of the roses The memory clings round me still. I The little old church and the school-1 school-1 house, where j We learned both to read and to pray, j And the lake in Arropine valley, where We sauntered for sport and for play, J Have all been changed by the touch I of time; Many have gone, we know not where, But my heart grows sad when I look j around For the faces that once were here. Many the changes that in life we meet, . From childhood to youth and so on, So while we are here with memory dear, Let's honor the ones that have gone. The ox and the horse that grandfather grand-father drove Are relics of the past today, ' Airplane and flivver have' taken their place; j Gone, the cart and the one . "hoss" j shay. ! The hoops that were worn in grand- j mother's day, j The bustle on our mother's back; I And the bangs, too, that on their foreheads grew, i All have gone to the garbage stack. Now the times have changed and we've bobbed our hair, And our skirts now end at the knees, While flesh colored hose make our legs look bare, But we ride in comfort and ease. We have wiser grew, we are thirsty, too, And our drink has become taboo; Now the world's gone wild since they heard the news, That our Lindbergh to Paris flew. But all things change in the course of time, Religion and politics, too; The church is no more what it used to be, We banish the old for the new. So here's to the youth that have met here today, And the good work that's just begun, May we meet each year in this grand old place, And our young folks carry it on. |