At last we've reached the famous place Where panthers pant and glaciers glace; Where clouds float low and fish jump high, And icy summits pierce the sky; Where icebergs in a lakelet float, Where a boy's a boy, and a kid's a goat; Where deer and "dears" play on the rocks, And the latter wear bisected frocks; Where the bighorn plays his sheepish tricks, And moose are not in politics; Where avalanches crack and creak, And Satan slides on "Heaven's Peak"; Where hell and heaven both are near, Where grub and greenbacks disappear; Where the tipsy tip the bottle, And the ladies tip the guide; And the packload tips the pony, Till he tumbles down the slide. Where a hotel is a "chalet," And a tourist is a "dude"; Where the porcupine pines When the tenderfeet intrude. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HILL-SIDE TREE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE PASSIONS: AN ODE FOR MUSIC by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) CATTLE SHOW by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 31. A QUESTION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |