Praising the Prophet     Joseph Smith and the Restoration in History and Verse




“These words make an indelible impression. They will wind their way into your heart and stay there forever.”
Karen Keith Gibson, Award Winning Poet




“What a breath of fresh air! Poetic, historic insights that make you want to gaze into those magnificent blue eyes and heartily shake the hand of Brother Joseph”
Patrick St. Clair, Author.




Sharon's talents as a careful researcher and gifted poet are
amply evident in this collection.”

Grant Underwood, BYU Professor of History, and Research Historian for the Joseph
Fielding Smith Institute for Latter-day Saint History.




This book is a significant contribution to the
literature surrounding the life of the Prophet.
Roger K.Petersen, Author, PhD.

To view excerpts from the book (without footnotes), click on links below:

  1. Sharon Vermont — “Birthplace
  2. Joseph’s Mission to Canada — “Who Will Listen?
  3. The Work Continues — “On Nauvoo’s Hill

Note: Copies of BirthplaceWho Will Listen? and On Nauvoo’s Hill may be made for incidental non-defamatory and non-commercial church or home use. 

Sharon, Vermont

Joseph Smith was born 23 December 1805 at the time of the winter solstice. He was born in the township of Sharon, which is located in the central part of Vermont not far from New Hampshire. This area of the state is known for granite quarries and berries. Vermont is also the largest producer of maple syrup in the United States. The White River, tributary to the Connecticut River, runs through the township. The Green Mountains, about 20 miles to the west, became famous during the American War for Independence when the fiercely patriotic Ethan Allen and his Green Mountain boys took Fort Ticonderoga in May of 1775. Washington used the cannon taken from the fort to drive the British from Boston in 1776.

Birthplace

Not far from summer green
of Ethan Allen’s mountains
and granite quarries
that will yield monuments
to famous men,
maples with bare branches,
recently ablaze
in crimson leaves,
stand with torpid sap
waiting for spring.

Where August berries
will bleed purple and scarlet
on hungry fingers,
snow-buried farms
and fields now sleep,
dreaming of new grass
and bleating lambs.
White River ice
reflects a feeble sun.
Vermont lies frozen
deep in weeks
of wool-white winter.

In the lowest rays of
December’s shortest days,
a baby boy is born
and Earth bends toward light.

And Sharon shall be a fold of flocks (Isaiah 65:10).

Copyright 2005 Sharon Price Anderson