Category: Poetry
On the mountain peak, called “Going-To-The-Sun,” I saw the rooster that no storm can tame, The center of the sun was but his eye, His comb was but the sun rays and the flame. There in the Glacier Park, above white glaciers, There, above Montana and the west, He crowed and call...
Montana with its mountain called “Going-To-The-Sun,” An outdoor temple for the singer and the rover, Wyoming a range for a summer lark, With sparkling trails, and its Yellowston...
1. Part 1On the mountain peak, called “Going-To-The-Sun,” I saw the rooster that no storm can tame, The center of the sun was but his eye, His comb was but the sun rays and the flame. Th...