In counties Stark, Adams, and Perkins, this fruit grows bitter sweet;
It’s a place juicy in memory and ripened with the heritage of family;
and it calls it’s loved ones home.
Heavenly skies of azure blue, with zested clouds of white, dance on an endless horizon;
Roads pitted with dust and rose colored gravel, chase fields of corn and happy golden flowers;
as it calls it’s loved ones home.
Lands, North and South, split by rail are enriched with metals of gold and bones of beasts are infused into the Native soils;
A homestead with a once mighty river is deep with childhood fun, now flows constricted as a creek until winter’s frozen pour;
Fields of grazing Angus and Herefords bred, provided commerce and recorded legacy;
A marketplace of agricultural retail that once celebrated a hometown world champion;
calls it’s loved ones home.
Old growth wood has become ancient stone, providing a point of entry and curiosity;
A former tavern is given new life and is resurrected into a gallery for artistic creativity;
In Lemmon, South Dakota.
This is a place of unknown history, harmony, and hardship.
A place built of labor and tradition; and a place that calls it’s loved ones home.
This piece was written by Judge Kemp in honor of Robert Daniel Schnell for the Schnell Family.
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Beautiful!! You nailed it perfectly!!