There is a grandeur no words can express
seen from the view of Wyoming wild hills.
High on a snow covered mountain I stand
gazing at beauty that gives me the chills.

Sharp Rocky Mountains are lacy with snow.
Evergreen spears pierce the vivid deep blue.
Deadfalls are bleached weathered gray in the sun
that shines in good nature to brighten the view.

Tracks of a grizzly bear mix with the wolves’.
Brown bighorn sheep graze...