Hobble Creek
The mountains on each side rose high
At one side at the feet
A road led up to many farms
And shaded woodland thick
Down this lovely mountain pass
It's silent course to take
Old Hobble Creek pure crystal clear
Flowed gently to the lake
'Tis there sweet memory takes me
My childhood to renew
It casts my thoughts like sunbeams
Over paths I've wandered through
It so often seems to take me
To a little country farm
To behold a little babbling brook
'Neath a birch tree's shady calm
To wander through the rooms
Again of my childhood home so dear
That kind and loving faces filled
With sunny smiles and cheer to see
The dear old Bible
That held our name and age
To hear my dear kind father
Reading from its gilded page
When mother smiled did she wonder
If we would love and fear
I fancy I hear her saying now
"Let my praise to heaven sail
Upon the sweet same boat"
To wander along the wooded banks
Of Hobble Creek's pure crystal flow
To watch the morn and evening shades
Their parting kisses throw
Many a time with hook and line
Dipped in its cooling depth
A speckled beauty I would land
First on the bank, then in my hand
Could flowers, and trees, and mountians hear
And murmuring streams, to love give ear
I would have told them then and there
That nothing with it could compare
The table spread for noon-day meal
Where gather round the family
That roll of yellow butter sweet
It sure was fine and dandy
It was the kind dear mother made
Beneath the birch tree's ample shade
Where Hobble Creek's pure waters played
In through a little milk house cool
Around to form a sparkling pool
Where I did turn the old barrel churn
To the warbling notes of nature's throats
While the fragrance of its flower bed
Played with the wind around my head
While bossy nipped the fragrant sweets
From pastures closely to be seen
Huge mountains rising up aloft
Spread with a carpet green
Love God and fear Him dear
From this little dwelling
Of rough logs, I used to trip
To pick from leafy boughs
Where hung the sarvis berries thick
To wander o'er the mountains
Where sweet frangrances filled the air
For never flowers bloomed more sweet
Than shed their fragrance there
Sweet William's forget-me-nots
Bluebells and goldenrods
Lillies fair, all I'll declare
Bloomed o'er that bounteous sod
Then nature's smile was all her own
There was no space between
When susnshine kissed the brow good night
It bade it sweet sleep's dream
And woke to brew great drops of dew
From morning's cooling shade
That earth might drink and thus renew
The life of God to it gave
Many a time I did arise
Before the break of day
To catch the love of God that fell
With the dew of every spray
To join my thoughts in silent praise
Wove from glad looks alone
To wend its way to God above
Without a sound or tone
Or list the first awaking notes
From nature's carefree throat
While in this little mountain pass
A little schoolhouse stood
Where goodly people met each week
To clasp the hands of brothers each
To sing, to speak, and teach
They needed not the sound of bells
To bid them some away
No laboring man among his fields
Was seen on sabbath day
My book and slate adorned the desk
My Bible oft on it did rest
Book leaning pleasure golden rule
All taught me in this humble school
Sing to me like a waterfall
As I, the sweet notes now recall
though some no more do breathe the air
And some are scattered here and there
Like depths o'er which the bubbles flow
Are thoughts that fill the heart with love
For things below blessed from above. *
*This poem was written for us children when we used to ask mother of her girlhood and the place that stayed most in her memory, is about her old home in Hobble Creek Canyon, Utah. - Josephine
At one side at the feet
A road led up to many farms
And shaded woodland thick
Down this lovely mountain pass
It's silent course to take
Old Hobble Creek pure crystal clear
Flowed gently to the lake
'Tis there sweet memory takes me
My childhood to renew
It casts my thoughts like sunbeams
Over paths I've wandered through
It so often seems to take me
To a little country farm
To behold a little babbling brook
'Neath a birch tree's shady calm
To wander through the rooms
Again of my childhood home so dear
That kind and loving faces filled
With sunny smiles and cheer to see
The dear old Bible
That held our name and age
To hear my dear kind father
Reading from its gilded page
When mother smiled did she wonder
If we would love and fear
I fancy I hear her saying now
"Let my praise to heaven sail
Upon the sweet same boat"
To wander along the wooded banks
Of Hobble Creek's pure crystal flow
To watch the morn and evening shades
Their parting kisses throw
Many a time with hook and line
Dipped in its cooling depth
A speckled beauty I would land
First on the bank, then in my hand
Could flowers, and trees, and mountians hear
And murmuring streams, to love give ear
I would have told them then and there
That nothing with it could compare
The table spread for noon-day meal
Where gather round the family
That roll of yellow butter sweet
It sure was fine and dandy
It was the kind dear mother made
Beneath the birch tree's ample shade
Where Hobble Creek's pure waters played
In through a little milk house cool
Around to form a sparkling pool
Where I did turn the old barrel churn
To the warbling notes of nature's throats
While the fragrance of its flower bed
Played with the wind around my head
While bossy nipped the fragrant sweets
From pastures closely to be seen
Huge mountains rising up aloft
Spread with a carpet green
Love God and fear Him dear
From this little dwelling
Of rough logs, I used to trip
To pick from leafy boughs
Where hung the sarvis berries thick
To wander o'er the mountains
Where sweet frangrances filled the air
For never flowers bloomed more sweet
Than shed their fragrance there
Sweet William's forget-me-nots
Bluebells and goldenrods
Lillies fair, all I'll declare
Bloomed o'er that bounteous sod
Then nature's smile was all her own
There was no space between
When susnshine kissed the brow good night
It bade it sweet sleep's dream
And woke to brew great drops of dew
From morning's cooling shade
That earth might drink and thus renew
The life of God to it gave
Many a time I did arise
Before the break of day
To catch the love of God that fell
With the dew of every spray
To join my thoughts in silent praise
Wove from glad looks alone
To wend its way to God above
Without a sound or tone
Or list the first awaking notes
From nature's carefree throat
While in this little mountain pass
A little schoolhouse stood
Where goodly people met each week
To clasp the hands of brothers each
To sing, to speak, and teach
They needed not the sound of bells
To bid them some away
No laboring man among his fields
Was seen on sabbath day
My book and slate adorned the desk
My Bible oft on it did rest
Book leaning pleasure golden rule
All taught me in this humble school
Sing to me like a waterfall
As I, the sweet notes now recall
though some no more do breathe the air
And some are scattered here and there
Like depths o'er which the bubbles flow
Are thoughts that fill the heart with love
For things below blessed from above. *
*This poem was written for us children when we used to ask mother of her girlhood and the place that stayed most in her memory, is about her old home in Hobble Creek Canyon, Utah. - Josephine
