Ties I'm tied to Dakota I thought I'd never be When I left many years ago I thought I would be free But some ties will not go away And some will never yield My father's grave in Sturgis My mother's in Redfield On my table stands a picture Of an old and much used barn It used to be my Grandad's Now my cousin holds the farm We are the Cobblers! Class of 61 It seems each week on our website Another Cobbler's gone My Grandma homesteaded here When it was just a Territory Dakota Why did I think that you and I were history   Linda Glover Hamala 2016