Vintage Colorado Poetry Poem of the Week August 9, 2004
			Cy Warman's "Where the Wild Flowers Catch the Dew" about the Royal Gorge near Cañon City was published circa 1892. The famous bridge came much later.
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		Where the Wild Flowers Catch the Dew I have stood beside the ocean ;    I have walked upon the beach, Where the shells and shiny seaweeds strew the strand ; Where a sense of awe and wonderment    Bereft me of my speech, As I watched the mighty murmurer expand. I have felt the same weird awfulness    More strangely wild and sweet, When clinging to the cliff with foot and hand ; I have looked down in the Royal Gorge    At the iron horse so fleet, That was dashing down the Denver & Rio Grande. I love the crags and canons,    The laughing, rippling rill, And the Colorado sky, so bright and blue ; Where the mountains in the moonlight    Stand motionless and still--- Where the heliotrope and hop vines catch the dew. I love the little flowers,    For they tell us o'er and o'er That there's hope for those who're good, beyond the    grave. I should like to find their fragance    'Mong the seaweeds on the shore, And their language in the music of the wave.                                          --Cy Warman From Mountain Melodies, Denver, circa 1892.                                                                                Home                                                                                                                                                              Table of Contents