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