Show r THE POET OF THE WASATCH lie Helntcs the Horrors Gi the Tic i ceut Snoivslieie An intellectual resident of Alta in t moment of inspiration wrote the poem printed below I is not often he is inspired in-spired so we give it publication aSa sample of what Ala can do in the poetry line The snow the snow the dreaded snow On the top of the mountain and gulches below Around the houses and closing the door Oh the dangers behind us and before Afraid to sleep for fear of slides Coming rolling down mountain side This danger comes in three months of the year Namely January February and March to fear And not too safe in April still While the snow comes rollinc down the hill Afraid sleep for fear of slides Come rolling down the mountain sjde On the thirteenth day of the second month in this year Was a dreaded night for Altas residents to fear For the slide came rollinc with fury and foam And roaring like thunder and shattering our homes When filling the tank to have water to drink Oh the sensation no one can think When called out Boys rim for life is dear Were in the grasp of death Oh what fear I ran for the washroom where I had to stop Oh fearful concussion and what a shock It shook me and twisted me forth and back Till I fell down tumbling right on my back In the debris and snow for it was cold With an aching head by the terrible blow My thoughts were aroused by two dear boys Then thecries of the thirteen all over the snow Thirteen lives dear were lost in that slide To swell the emigration on the other side Now friends dear take heed and fear For three or four months in every year The snow i has frightened us so we have to stride To some quarter from avalanches commonly called slides Or burrow like squirrels right in the ground With timber and rock to make it quite sound In thanking the public for assisting distress And laying the victims in their sweet quiet rest Where no fear or danger or rest of mind Will barr their slumbers from sleeping sound C |