Winds Of Wyoming Poem by Frank Heck

Winds blow cold, unlike a gentle breeze,
Blow, wild winds, and whistle through the trees.
Winds blow long, unlike a sudden squall,
Blow then, winds of winter, winds of fall.
Song of homeland, angels of my flight!
Windswept sage, in winter's ruthless surge,
Lowing cattle, chanting low their dirge.
Windswept sage, along the dusty trail,
Wand'ring tumbleweeds, gaunt hulls that sail.
Song of homeland, angels of my flight!
Winds blow cold, 'til sunshine tenders heat,
Bounding antelope and fields of wheat
Fill the plains below the mountain crests,
Winds blow cold, but nature's bounty rests.
Song of homeland, angels of my flight!
Far from home and symphony austere,
Far away from climes beyond compare,
Caged in dens, so dense with air impure,
Dreaming e'er of arid land's allure.
Song of homeland, angels of my flight!