'Neath lofty mountains
Crowned with winter's treasured snow;
Down from whose fountains
Crystal waters flow . . .

There's a habitation
Blessed of all 'neath heaven's dome,
A place called Draper
Is my mountain home.

THE TOWN AT THE CORNER OF THE VALLEY
By Parley Reuben Sorensen, written long ago in pencil,
unobtrusively, on a canvas window blind in his chicken coop.