OUR SODDY
Written by Leora
L. Smith
There it stood,
where only days before
Had been endless praire, grass
and sod;
An humble place, but with the
will of God
A home - a haven - a shelter from
the storm.
It was not beautiful or proud
But here a man could think aloud
And work and rest,
And greet the dawning of the
morn.
The trips to
town were difficult and rarely
made,
No trails or fields or fences
marked the way,
The shadow of the horses told the
time of day;
When night-fall came, my mother's
intent ear
Strained for welcome sounds of
wagon-gear
Squeaking on frozen snow, and
homeward bound,
Those 'doby plastered walls saw
tears and mirth,
They saw three tiny lives begin
from birth
And spend their happy childhood
days.
There is no
marker now where once it stood,
Only the old iron pump
Standing through the heat and
cold;
But in our hearts it has become a
shrine
That homely little house of sod
Where first we learned to love
and trust in God.
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