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Vintage Colorado Poetry Poem of the Week December 8, 2003

Cy Warman's "Creede" and "The Rise and Fall of Creede," to be featured as next week's poem, paint in vivid words both Creede's glory-days and its morning-after.  Warman came to Creede to run a newspaper during the 1890s boomtown years.

Creede Here's a land where all are equal--     Of high or lowly birth-- A land where men make millions,     Dug from the dreary earth. Here the meek and mild-eyed burro     On mineral mountains feed-- It's day all day, in the day-time,     And there is no night in Creede. The cliffs are solid silver,     With wond'rous wealth untold; And the beds of running rivers     Are lined with glittering gold. While the world is filled with sorrow,     And hearts must break and bleed-- It's day all day, in the day-time,     And there is no night in Creede.                         --Cy Warman

Reprinted from Mountain Melodies, Denver, circa 1892.