Show UTAH VERSE of all singers none surpasses eva willes wan 0 S of ogden in lyric beauty singing lines and lilting rhythms her character sketches are done with insight anda and a knowledge of the woman heart her nature poems hold quiet enchantment and a message of eternal verities verifies veri ties that are not easily forgotten en when she writes of the soil and mans relation to it mrs Wang saard is at her best many times a prizewinner prize winner in local and national contests author of two published volumes of verse and many short stories widely published from west to east she sings her way through life which to her is first of all zestful and intensely worth living this week and next read her poems Thre fully they are not taken in oae one brief reading good aeiry A etry etry must be read again and again each time with more mor e understanding more appreciation of the authors purpose message and skill in portrayal many of us are content with seeing but superficially feeling indifferently and expressing inadequately david 0 mckays foreword to mis second poetry volume down this road this column has one purpose in view poetry appreciation for the masses and recognition for our state poets to this end we offer representative verse from a wide field of writing and subjects the following lines from one of mrs poems is the keynote of her verse telling tellin of strength like a silent tree after the leaves are gone t one from my autographed scrap book AFTERGLOW gold on a cloud when the day is hushed lingers a moment there SK even a rose that the storm has cashed lives in the scented air I 1 would have something remain of me something that lingers on telling of strength like a silent tree after the leaves are gone ON A DANDELION SLOPE what will wiil these slender lender seeds of rhyme and music bear now that at last on moon pale wings they take the air with feathered seeds the world had deemed r too cheap to hold the thrifty winds have trimmed this hill in discs of gold I 1 would be reconciled to wear earth chrysalis if every spot where my songs fell grew bright as this |