***DEDICATED TO THE PIONEERS
To those brave valiant hearts who came west when it was little more than a wilderness.***
**I proudly claim to be one of them. My father homesteaded in 1902 near where the Briercrest village now is, and turned the first furrow between the Soo Line and the Dirt Hills. As a small child I walked in that first crooked furrow, half a mile long.**
**Poems selected from her 12 books of poetry. (Pg.V)
* 01 Drifting Soil
* 02 Wide Horizons
* 03 Kitchen Window
* 04 Dreams in Your Heart
* 05 Beside Still Waters
* 06 Aunt Hattie's Place
* 07 Roses in December
* 08 Britons Awake
* 09 Backdoor Neighbors
* 10 Hills of Home
* 11 Fireside Poems
* 12 Golden Road**