Last evening, as I walked down a street in old Draper, I looked up at South Mountain and fragments of some lines by A.E. Housman came to me. In his poem, Housman recalled "those blue remembered hills" of his youth.
As I stared at what used to be a wonderful open hillside, I realized that those pretty hills are gone forever. Now they can only be remembered.
What insanity befell our state and local governments to allow the destruction of these "blue remembered hills"?
Some people may find it ironic that a temple would be the centerpiece of a cluttered monument of mega-houses. Where was and is the political and moral leadership to defend our beautiful foothills?
Roger E. Carrier