By Leona Bammes Gardner (Lenna’s Mother)
When the moonlight shadows linger o’er the lea, Memories returning of days that used to be, Haunt the lovely evening while I’m dreaming here; Let me still remember days I loved so dear!
Nevada dessert, I hear you calling me. With gentle voices still calling me home. Nevada Mountains, I see your purple peaks, All silhouetted against a blue dome. The dessert whirlwinds will dance with glee. The coyotes howling will be music to me. The white moon shining on a sandy sea. Nevada dessert, I’m coming home.
Oft the golden sunset flaming in the west, Brings me haunting day dreams of days I loved the best. On my Pinto pony how I loved to ride O’er the rolling foothills, across the valley wide.
