I think I want to change that poem slightly. The title was too explanatory, and I removed a verse.

Utah Valley Revisited

The rocky peak of Timpanogos rules
the valley (where each year more houses spread
in stuccoed testament to fruitful people).

Directions here are given not as right
& left, but east, west, north or south, because
Timp's rocky peak is there to anchor the way.

Generations ago my family came
put shoulder to the wheel & carved a home
both for now & for eternity to come.

Their gardens (grown from dust) were fed by faith;
their straight streets (sprung from a practical bent)
ran like a checkerboard north-south, east-west.

& all in all, they made a world in their
image. The flaming swords of seraphim
punished the idle, while work was rewarded.

But I turned my back on the mountain peak,
the harsh desert & works that raised fields there.
I left the enormity of my youth
& found a world where dew can drop with thunder.