Tune: Congratulations to the Bridegroom
The Winter in Idaho
By William He
Pursing the Pegasus in airflow,
Ice crystals growing below,
And the hollows wrapped in silver,
Borah Peak is covered with snow.
Cornels cheerless over hills of gray,
Maples nod in the wind.
I gaze on the frost knots,
It is a scenic spot.
Precambrian rocks are widely exposed,
Worshiping the Horse God,
A large meteorite fell like a passing fad.
Lode veins began to bud and,
Shone through dazzling mist.
Colossal stone sculpture lifts me high in the air.
Here in the gold rush years,
With a stifled dream in those days,
What were the bitters and sweets.
Life is full of ups and downs,
There is no eternal King.
Rhyming with Sun Valley,
There is a sense of Deja Vu.
The next phase of my expedition sooner,
Along the snake river,
Many a pearl hidden in the oyster now.
The tough get going,
Fortune favors the bold.