With my bare feet on my deer-skin, The firelight glowing bright, In my old and creaky rocker I sit alone to-night. While imagination holds me Within her fond embrace, With the lithe, fleet-footed deer I rove from place to place. Far out among the western wilds, Beyond the turbid tide Of the Mississippi river, Beyond prairies wide. I gaze upon the geysers high, And boiling springs of water, I see the great Missouri where Enormous cedars border. I see the Indian's bark canoe Adown its bosom dashing, I see majestic cataracts And hear their mighty splashing. I see the panther and the wolf, And birds with plumage rare, I see the horned buffalo, And shaggy, grizzly bear. I wander through dark fastnesses Where weird breezes blow, I climb the craggy rugged peaks Cered o'er with ice and snow. Among the Rockies' vales I pluck The brightest beauties strewn By Flora's lavish hand, and find Rare specimens of stone. I thank you for this deer-skin rug Before my fireside bright, And my imaginative journey To the western wilds to-night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYNOPSIS OF A FAILED POEM by JAMES GALVIN TO A POET, WHO WOULD HAVE ME PRAISE CERTAIN BAD POETS, IMITATORS ... by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MY LADY'S TEARS by JOHN DOWLAND IT'S A QUEER TIME by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE POWER OF MUSIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |