THE Rockies, I own, are a beautiful sight; The canyons are glories to see; I found in the spruce undiluted delight, And the pine is a capable tree; I throbbed when I gazed at the snow-covered peaks, And worshipped the view from the crest; I revelled in Nature a couple of weeks, But there's nothing like you in the West, My dear, There's nothing like you in the West. The trout are an agile and esculent fish. And swift are the streams where they run; No lovelier sight could a citizen wish Than Long's at the rise of the sun. Oh, myriad the wonders that gave me a thrill, And frequently I was impressed— But nevertheless it is true, Myrtil, There's nothing like @3you@1 in the West— That's right— There's nothing like you in the West. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MAN OF VERONA by CLAUDIAN SPEAKIN' O' CHRISTMAS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE MOVE UPWARD by ALEXANDER ANDERSON LINES TO SAMUEL ROGERS IN WALES ON EVE OF BASTILLE DAY 1791 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |