RURAL BRYANT, SD, PRESENTS:
"GIANT FOOTPRINTS: TRIBUTE TO PIONEER DAKOTANS, 1865-1945"
--Lucy Parsons to DeSmet.
In '88 weather turned insane,
a killer blizzard the country hit,
freezing housecats where they sit.
Frantic men crawled in deep snow,
passing homelights brightly lit.
At her schoolhouse door Lucy said "No!"
She saved the children, not letting them go.
Settlers poured in from all parts.
Like Guth, hard-working, self-reliant, they soon had Churches, School, and Fine Arts.
Filled with honest souls and giving hearts,
the Frontier City built up fast.
Produce poured from farms in carts,
a Cornucopia seeming to last,
a New Lebanon from the Bible's past.
Railways had not yet bowed to Greed,
as a new century knocked at the door.
Anyone who worked could gain, and more;
Welfare was a neighbor's hand,
No one thought himself was poor,
even though he might lack one red cent,
as long as he had able hands his Maker lent.