Poem by Frank Loud

 



COLORADO WEATHER

Good people all, both far and near,
Come listen to my lay;
If you believe all that you hear,
You won't doubt what I say.

In Colorado, where I've been,
I've often heard them tell,
Snow on the ground was never seen...
Save what from heaven fell.

So clear has been the atmosphere,
I often could have seen
New York or Philadelphia...
Had nothing been between.

The climate many doth surpass,
So pure and dry the air;
No dew is found upon the grass...
Because no grass is there.

The zephyr there doth often blow
With sweet persuasive power;
It breathes across your fevered brow
At fifty miles an hour.

What pleasant days the people have
They "customary" call;
Such weather as might fright the brave
Is termed "exceptional."

---- Professor F. H. Loud

 


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