Up In The Mountains Poem by Marilyn Lott

Up in the mountains
There is a town
Deserted and barren
From minerals unfound.

The people came
By wagon train
Crawling through the mountains
Of the rough terrain.

They built some stores
A church and school
Hoping to prove
They were no fool.

The dreams of silver
The tales of riches
Still hovered the town
Amongst their skills and niches.

And up in the hills
As they dug and scraped
Hoping to find
Lost silver to stake.

But you know, it never
Came to pass
‘Cause down from the hills
In the dry prairie grass

Their dreams went bad
So they had to go
Weary travelers again
So hard, you know!

And now it's a shrine
We can pass through and see
For the modern day traveler
Like you and me.