author - "Various None"
The Day Might Have Graced The Month Of June, So Balmy Was The Air, So Warmly Shone The Sun From A Cloudless Sky. But The Snow-Covered Mountain-Range Whose Base We Were Skirting, The Leafless Cottonwoods Fringing The Fontaine Qui Bouille And The Sombre Plains That Stretched Away To The Eastern Horizon Told A Different Story. It Was On One Of Those Days Elsewhere So Rare, But So Common In colorado, When A Summer Sky Smiles Upon A Wintry Landscape, That We Entered A Town In Whose History Are To Be
The Day Might Have Graced The Month Of June, So Balmy Was The Air, So Warmly Shone The Sun From A Cloudless Sky. But The Snow-Covered Mountain-Range Whose Base We Were Skirting, The Leafless Cottonwoods Fringing The Fontaine Qui Bouille And The Sombre Plains That Stretched Away To The Eastern Horizon Told A Different Story. It Was On One Of Those Days Elsewhere So Rare, But So Common In colorado, When A Summer Sky Smiles Upon A Wintry Landscape, That We Entered A Town In Whose History Are To Be