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
 
						