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The lost poem

My mom just dictated this to my father recently (see below). She evidently wrote it back in high school. If you knew how rare it is to have a whole conversation with her nowadays, you would, like us, be amazed that she pulled this one out of the memory banks. A rare, rhymed poem. For more timeless works by Ruth Stokstad, see this page:

A Fair Field

In the battle which goes
on through life,
I ask but a field that is fair

A chance that is equal
with all of the strife,
a chance but to do and to dare

And if I should win may I win
by the code
with my faith and my courage held high

And if I should lose,
may I stand by the road
and cheer as the
winners go by

ruth stokstad circa 1938