Tried to post this poem that I found earlier, so if it posts twice, sorry. Still doing web searching and found the following poem.
Here is the land where life is
written in waterThe West is where the water was and is
Father and son of old mother and daughter
Following rivers up immensities
of range and desert thirsting the sundown ever
Crossing a hill to climb a hill still drier
Naming tonight a city by some river
a different name from last night's camping fire
Look to the green within the mountain cup
look to the prairie parched for water lack
Look to the sun that pulls the oceans up
look to the cloud that gives the oceans back
Look to your heart and may your wisdom grow
to power of lightning and to peace of snow
—Thomas Hornsby Ferril, 1940
Thomas Hornsby Ferril was poet Laurraeate for Colorado til his death. There is tons more information on him. Hope the poem helps someone.
