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This is an incredible collection of poetry by James W. Whilt, a cowboy poet popularly known as "The Poet of the Rockies." He spent a major part of his life in the Rocky Mountains as a timber cruiser, packer, trapper, and guide, making his descriptions vivid and enjoyable. Most of the poems in this book praise nature, isolation, and the forest's silence in a rainstorm, but there are also a few poems with a story to tell. One such was 'The Trapper's Trail,' where the poet follows a path up into the mountains, one that is clear only to his trained eye. 'My Blanket-Roll' honored the poet's long-time friend, his cowboy bedroll. He says that it was always ready to go wherever Whilt suggested without any complaining. He sincerely wished that he would get to snuggle inside his blanket roll when he takes his last journey. The whole collection displayed Whilt's wonderful ideas and imagery. In addition, he did an excellent job putting his thoughts into literary form throughout. These verses take the readers on a beautiful journey into the captivating world of poetry. It comprises several poems, including Adventurer's Luck, My Garden, Springtime, and many more.
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(LARGE PRINT EDITION) 1925. A book of verse from one of the early Cowboy Poets. Whilt came to Eureka, Montana and resided on a ranch they called the Whilt Place. A poet since he was quite young, Whilt discovered people liked his poems so much that he was given a job at Glacier National Park reading his works around campfires to the tourists in the summer. He became Montana's poet Laureate.
This is a new release of the original 1925 edition.
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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. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www...