(Read by her Father Dan J. Workman at her funeral)
published on June 7th, 1968 in the Herald Journal in Logan , where she was attending school. She was in the 6th grade, so she was 11 years old. It was during the Vietnam War, and this is what she writes:
Why is there war?
To kill and fight and murder and destroy.
To part a family, happy, full
From the father, son or boy.
To burn the homes of other men,
Our brothers, like us all.
To leave a family fatherless,
A little child or fighting man,
Helpless, wounded, lame.
We could stop this war and strife
If we could see one thing:
The joy and radiant happiness