Author: James W. Whilt
Year: 1922
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Excerpt from Rhymes of the Rockies:
My Rhymes
I know that my rhymes are homely
But it's just this way with me;
Mine's not been a bed of roses
Or a boat on a silvery sea.
But beside some trail on a mountain
As I sit me down to rest,
Or by the light of a flick'ring campfire
When the sun is low in the West.
Or perhaps in some deep tangled wild-wood,
Or again in some sunny glen,
These thoughts took form in my feeble brain,
Then slowly dripped from my pen.
I picture the trails as I find them,
Steep, level or over-grown,
Kissed by the flowers and sunshine
Or filled with trees storm-blown.
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