Dylan Rounds
DYLAN ROUNDS
Dylan it has been some time, still you are yet to be found
Searched the wash ravines and mines deep underground
Parents, siblings, and grandparents left broken and down
Sickened from the lack of actions from the LE out of town
Though they are all sure sitting in jail they have their man
But without Dylan's body as proof, it's hard to understand
Just 19 was focused as unique this young man had a plan
To turn some harsh waste desert into his own farmed land
Dylan plants his first seed one day later taken in his prime
Why O' Lord where to this, there was no reason, or rhyme
Fingers pointed, believe, the culprits could all stand in line
Yet for it all Dylan your heart song for us all so does shine
Dylan was born and raised to farm, it’s all he’s ever known
Now lies somewhere, without a gravestone to call his own
All we want for his family is to bring this young man home
Not to be left in a harsh land with his lost soul left to roam
Indiana Shaw . . .
"Dylan Rounds, a young Utah farmer missing since 28th May 2022"
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2022
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