Rhymes of the Rockies

By James W. Whilt

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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DigiCat
• Release date: Jun 2, 2022
• ISBN: 8596547046936

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James W. Whilt

Rhymes of the Rockies

EAN 8596547046936

DigiCat, 2022

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Table of Contents

MY RHYMES

THE TRAPPER'S TRAIL

MY GARDEN

ADVENTURER'S LUCK

THE LARK SONG

THE TRAPPER'S STORY

TO THE ROBIN

THE PLACE WHERE I WAS BORN

MY JEWELS

THE RAINSTORM

MY BLANKET-ROLL

THE CHINOOK WIND

THE PALE HORSE

THE SNOWSTORM

SILENT VOICES OF THE NIGHT

THE PACK TRAIN

MOONLIGHT

MY DREAM

THE OLD FRYING PAN

THE RAINY DAY

THE STREAMLET

ED ENDERS' GRAVE

SPRINGTIME

THE CALL OF NATURE

MY REQUEST

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RHYMES OF THE ROCKIES

MY RHYMES

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THE TRAPPER'S TRAIL

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Only a scar on a sapling

That is almost overgrown;

A withered snag far up the stream

Where the ax marks still are shown.

This tells 'tis the trail of a trapper

Made many years ago,

So I take up the trail and follow,

And I care not where I go.

I follow the trail through the foothills,

To me 'tis as plain as a road,

For I've spent many years in the forest

And know me the trappers' code.

And I read as I follow this trapper,

That whoever trapped this line

Was a tried and true knight of the hills,

And I call him a friend of mine.

I knew where to look for his lynx sets,

And I found them, every one;

I found where he'd slept in his lean-to

When his day's long hike was done.

Then the trail led far up the mountain

Where the