“Pioneers,” Ensign, July 1979, 31


    Hot in the heights of blazing blue that arched

    From known to new above them there, the sun

    Burned incandescent, glittered, shimmered, parched

    Soft lips and tender flesh, and soaked homespun

    With body juices, left skin hard on bone

    As leather, supple still, but tough and strong.

    Steps stitching prairie sod to mountain stone,

    They knew refiner’s fire all day long:

    Each day a trial of faith, each night a pause

    To gather strength, find courage for the task

    Of day-long dedication to the cause

    That drew from them all anyone could ask.

    Some died, but most grew leather-strong and tough,

    Gave all they had to give, It was enough.