The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1899-11-16
MONTANA!
Written for the Acantha.1 ]

The poet told sight o. truth
When he made at jinglin' rhyme,
About us iovin' NV the Things
We knowed in childhood's time,
Bout the waters taStin' sweeter,
In the streams, from which we drank
When we wuz little shavers
A stoopn' DER the bank
Some travel flashed fellcr sa
No matter wher' he'd been,
He'd found at tech Nv sympathy
AT makes the world akin;
We're just alike i'll one respect,
BE we pore, or be great
Our thoughts so travellin' back at times
10 our own old native state.
Then The .Jayhawll praises Kansas,
And the Hoosicr. Indiana;
But in all the sisterhood OF states
There's none j3sGlike Mon lana.
Montana with her prairies
Like the billows Nv the sea,
4 roIlin' and a rollin'
'Fill it sometimes pears TO me
AT heavens jest beyanU hem hills
AT strech 50 far away;.
It's when l feel religious like
1t haint jest ev'ry day
Don't let at fogy idy
Find lodgin in yer pate
AT The Wild and woolley westerner
Ain'J ie3tly up TO date;
His genius Ter in yentin' things
IHIusUsa jest immense
He kin even send a message
ON d coInInon ba b wire fence.
| somehow like the bachelor,
so Numerous in The wcst,
Whau q :5reaU big hearts u thumpin'
Meath hi, Old capaciouS veSU.-
You jest hain't got no Idly,
You can Aalf understand;
His natur's ike Che scenery
just beautiful and grand.
So numerous, did / say he WuZ?
Why, he bobs up everywhere
Like daisies in the medder,
Or microbes in the air.
like him, in a general way,
Bu5 5tJack III my old state
I know u loJ o likely r,I1s
~ 'ad tiN TO eluis,E1Ge
IF they just ktioWo4 aoout 'em;
LllC Iu1lG Sex GiIcrG is few,
cNd they're feared Nv Deln 'spinters
JosU IwlNG no ANA youJ
piUy them 'uIo daLisols
4wtA back there oncJ myself,
And onuro Wuz Viincs WHEN just felt
AG Ws4z o-l the shelf.
IfIc'u'd jess make raatches,
Like goou ole Queen Victory,
ia have 'oul gals a!iistenin'
10 That 'orG sweoU oIu story
AT Adam Told 10 MoOher Eve
iWlpA proper e;ldlu 800
1ou know, the one avs mighty old.
Vet always will DC new.
Ely, how J1e!r eyes I'd sparkle.
Ma lhc4r cheeks 'ud glow OncU moro
jest like Lnc u44Aaah roses,
BY our o4G aitGAelI uUOr.
Wen, ali thiuss come 70 him AT waits,
AVS why ,uo Lord sent lnanna.
'Nd some uay i IL lao made ri,il..
IN tAis ere aratc.-.G0Dtaua.
l hain't got mary word TO say
'GinsG Old Mizzoury state.
ExcepvIu' shes L daisy,
she jest is simply great
. With her stately toweein' trees
nd her 1iuids Nv wayin com;
Way back iii old Miza0ury
Is the place where l was born:
In this 'erc prairie section
A body never seas
The corn's long glistenin' banners
\ Goatn' in the breeze.
nd when the stalks are ta>selm' out
. cne o the purtiest SIGHTS o spring;
Hel.-s0metimes I'm Sortgr lonesome,
Jest TO think O sech 4 thing,
But to hapish that ere feeiin'
rMlnt NV ole cayuse
And gallop Ger tho prairie,
Nd / think. "Now what's tho use
To be sighin' after them ere things
SO many miles away,
When We see things Jest as grand riGl
'Er grander. every day" (her
Fer instance, the Old Rockies.
With Their cliffs, so gray and high,
A towerin No until the t%f1s
Air blended with the SKY.
Why.--cornfields aint a patcll;n'
To the ountains.-nn indeed
They sr'rNass in nat raj beauty
Anything I've ever seed;
When / gaze on 'em cathedrals
So massive. and 50 gran :,
7 somehow think of that 'ere house
At wuzn't built by hand.
wu2 Up Dupuyer canyon onct
My. it seemed just like u dream;
The r0arir' OF the watarfa' s,
rhn ,-.hin, lnhLlntnin streann.