Somehow I'm lost in this maze,
This ever-deepening haze,
That leaves but a small token
Of past trails that were broken
By pioneers who came in the
Early days when the land was free,
Who gutted the streams and tilled
Virgin soil in obscurity.
Yet it seems like a mystery,
Tales of old that are history,
Rugged mountains plain to see,
Land of opportunity.
This State where man came and lived,
Where he was put to rigid test,
Where he fought so many battles,
Created this country, the West.
--Nolie Mumey
From
Mountain Men and Other Poems by Nolie Mumey.
The Range Press, Denver, Colorado, 1965.
Copyright (c) 1965 by Nolie Mumey.
Used with the permission of Norma L. Mumey.
Poem of the Week
December 12, 2005