Seth S. Gidley
1832-1916
I will never forget the rain that winter,
And the landslide that still stains my grave.
An evil cursed wind it was,
Lacerating the drenched cliffs
And descending gullies of Rubio Canyon,
With wailing sheets of raining hell!
My friends, as long as this life of ours,
Continues with its temperate turning,
You and I shall never see...
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