July 24th is an honored Utah holiday, celebrating the day when the pioneers first came into the Salt Lake Valley in 1847. They came as refugees from Nauvoo, Illinois and surrounding areas, and also many from Europe, especially England, Wales, Denmark, Sweden, etc; all gathering to Zion with high hopes of worshiping God in peace. Both Bob and I claim many in our family tree, and this poem/song was written as a tribute to their sacrifices that paved the way for us to be able to live with such a rich heritage.

They sailed across the ocean neigh six score years ago.
And set their faces westward to a land they did not know.
The call to join the gath’ring saints in search of peace and rest,
Kindled great desires to build a Zion in the west.

O pioneers, those pioneers! I’m proud to bear their name.
I’ll sing in praise and raise my voice; their story to proclaim.

The gospel news had spread abroad across Atlantic sea.
And grew within the hearts of a Danish family.
Like many others, they set sail and left their country home,
To join the saints en-route to a desert land unknown.

Ever westward, slowly bending to that Zion in the west.
Onward ever onward, there was little time to rest.
The dust was thick, the nights were cold. Death was ever near.
A shallow grave along the trail was a constant haunting fear.

O pioneers, those pioneers! I’m proud to bear their name.
I’ll sing in praise and raise my voice; their story to proclaim.

James Eli Powell and Mary and two children drove a team,
That pulled a covered wagon to reach a distant dream.
But as the fate of many, Mary soon grew ill and died.
No marker shows her lonely grave, where the last goodbye was cried.

Yet through it all, they often sang; the words a story tell.
Around the fire, sweet music swelled and told that ‘all is well’.
The westward trek’s remembered for the courage that it shows.
They made the desert grasses bloom and blossom as a rose.

O pioneers, those pioneers! I’m proud to bear their name.
I’ll sing in praise and raise my voice; their story to proclaim.

They planted seeds that grew into an empire through the years,
Though few knew more than crude log homes, sacrifice and tears.
The days have passed ere pioneers were seen throughout the land.
Yet their story leaves us something good to understand.

Though years roll on, and faces change, those very names we bear.
We still posses that self-same flame they carried here with care.
We can boldly raise it’s light; bright through all the years.
A tribute to those mighty ones, the Mormon Pioneers.

Last week our little family managed to all take off time together. We descended upon Bear Lake, where we had rented a lakefront lodge. The grand kids were absolutely delightful–most of the time. I feel so very blessed to have 3 extra ordinary children, with 3 equally appealing spouses; and 6 delightful grand kids. Jimmy, Jetta and I flew kites even though there was no wind. Parleigh and Ammon learned to play pool. Asa walked around and looked adorable in his new hat, while Allie-Mae toddled about destroying anything in her path.

Little one, your life began long before your birth.
Little one, your spirit lived and planned to come to earth.
Perhaps you even saw your home, or chose your family,
But now you’re here, and memory fades, the past you cannot see.

The sweetness of your spirit there; it glows now in your face.
Your innocence in this strange world now seems so out of place.
And surely those you knew before were sad to see you part,
But let you go with tears of joy to finally have a start.

Do you often feel afraid, and ever all alone?
I guess this place where you’ve been sent, doesn’t seem like home.
But when you stay, you’ll come to know, you have no need to fear.
We can find the peace and love of heav’n and bring it here.

I feel so humbled when I think that you’ve been sent to me.
I don’t know how to show my love like parents heavenly.
I know I cannot take their place, but if I try and pray,
I’ll keep your spirit sweet and pure so you’ll return someday.