The Carbon County chronicle. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1924-1924, 1924-07-23
sSTHE BEARTOOTH RANGE

THE BEARTOOTH RANGE
BY C. RAY MILLS
OH Mountain green
Snow caps n distance seen,
Oh, Sky blue,
Clouds of a lighter hue
OH Sun bright,
Withal of pure delight,
The Beartooth Range gives to the sight
The canyons deep nd dark
Castled cliffs steep and stark
The frothing foamng streams along
Their with many a song
Bringing their crystal icecod wealth
To many sweet meadows and fields, and health
To thousands of people in lands below
From the long drifts Of ice and
In the Bearooth Range which we'll know
The calm clear lakes, myriad abound.
On high pateaus and in canyons found
Home Of the specklsd flashing trout,
Sport toe good for kings pull them out.
The shady cool, quiet nooks
Surpass the described in books
Tickets Of lodge pole, and spruce, and fir
Scent the air better than balsam and myrrh
In the Beartooth Range where the grandeurs
Home of the Blue Grouse, noble mighty tribe,
The shy Deer, and Bear also thrive
The Beaver tolls with Natures tools
And sticks of Aspen pools
The daybreak anthem of the coyote pack
From cliff to mountain side is echoed back
And all the Eagle in lofty flight
In the Beartooth Range where all is right,
Ho. the lone shepherd, his dog, and his flock,
Ten thousand feet high, and the towering rock,
OF loftier peaks in the sunset glow
Radiant light all reflected by snow
Which never melts all but feeds and keeps green
Mountain daises, and flowers, the like is seen
Elsewhere but here, and artists tants
Could show flat canvas with colors and paints
Such picture pastoral sublime, and glorious
AS this Beartooth Range which spread here before
The cattle grazing the sweet mountain grass
From hily park creek bank pass.
The quiet sunny days and starry nights
Are o them, indeed, their resptes
From the semi+amine Of winters and cold
In the valleys the ranches where of old
They waited with the patience of their kind
For the and flowers which Spring would surely find
On the Beartooth Range which they in Autumn left behind
OIL Give of thoughts, n lines
Of perfect measure, and by greater minds,
store of food to feed the body of me
That may the better and the longer
The Beauty, and the Grandness and the Good
Which from Elements and Time and Puny Man wthstood,
To furnish for my mind a greater feast,
This Godbuilt Natures Temple, rivaled in the
The Beartooth Range outIasts both Man and Beast
The huge majestic, works Of One Al-Wse
Command from all respect, but not from size
The beauties of the Range. Of which sing,
Are in themselves a exclusive thing
Myself in times gone by have had to
Der many seas, and lands, ere here found home
Greater things, alike yet unlike, will swear
I've often but nothing to compare
With the which named for the mOlars of the Bear
The woods-man with his axe, and chain,
The demon Fire assisted by the Hurrican
The sniveling, tender-foot Dude and all his kind
Demanding trails be built and posted with sign,
When all he really needs, had he observing mind
Is but to look for rubbish left along the line
BY others like him, quite in thught and mind
All these, and others too, say lasting mark
Leave defacing, defing, in the least single Park
Of the Beartooh Range which is older than the Ark
whsn Sphinx, Pyramid, oldest Of the
world,
Forgotten by Mankind and the history curled
With Age, in that far distant time
If beings then exist, who try write in rhyme
Surely there will be among them who still will try
To praise these Shining Mountains and the beauties which
therein lie
Range Mountains still covered by the
sky.
OH Mountains green
in distance
Obi Sky so blue
Clouds Of lighter hue,
Withal Of pure delight,
The Beartooth Range is Exquisite.