City Of Rocks

Everyone knows it by,
"The City of Rocks".
These great towering masses,
That never talks.

Because Indian battles,
Were as a snare.
And California bound-trains,
Were ambushed there.

Croppings of tall rocks,
Like great cathedrals stand.
Pinnacled and roofed structures,
Like castles that are grand.

To colors that are rare,
They rushed there in dread.
To those hide-away-places,
Their trapped caravans fled.

T'was but a bandit's roost,
Where crude danger stalks.
These silent heights on the trail,
That never talks.


E.P. 1908 - 1989