Lay in my sweet valley
Anon’s Story
© 2007
Dan Johnson

Anon Broderick was new to America, over from Ireland, on his way to Seattle, The year was 1892, we were heading west when our
Train stopped in Whitefish, Montana in early spring,
With new snow and a chill in the air, Anon stepped off the train
To stretch his legs and survey this new and amazing land.

Out there, in her great expanse, she, the Glacier Lady, lay as far as the eye could see; peaks so high, valleys deep, high fir and rambling pine, Glacier Lady is a remarkable sight. She whispered exciting words, enticing words, to many a young seeker of fame and fortune, and, all the locals talked about the song of the Glacier Lady, and that she sang her sweet song at the beginning of each new season.

Anon stood on the platform drinking in his new discovery and like many before him, he heard the call; gripping him like a magnate, hypnotizing and compelling, he had no choice.

The train left Whitefish, heading west without Anon, this is the song he heard.

Come to me…come lay with me snuggled in my whispering grass,
Come lay with me as the river…flows so fast.
Come lay with me in all the four seasons… stay
Come love my peaks pointing so high, follow roots so deep,
And I will give you reasons… beyond compare to lay with me forever. .
Come lay in my sweet valley of love.