A variation of Chapter 51 from my book, MYSTERIOUS TRAILS OF AMERICAN FOLKLORE.
According to many reports
Out of the state of Wyoming
There is something strange going on
Tales of a mountain in hiding
Most have heard of Devil's Tower
All the stories about that one
From Close Encounters of the Third Kind
Watching that old movie is fun
Yes, Devil's Tower sure is strange
Yet this one is even stranger
Few know exactly where it's at
Not even a single park ranger
You can't see anything of it
For it is clear all the way through
Be careful where you choose to walk
It could do much damage to you
The folks around it, they all know
It's about three miles at its base
'How can that possibly be?' you ask
Let me explain why that's the case
Like I said, it's clear through and through
But its base is a three mile ring
You can tell by the bones of dead birds
That died crashing into this thing
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Nice one Paul,
This is a neat poem that makes you want to explore more. You perked up my interest so I looked up the mountain on the net. There are a few stories out there but this is the best one yet!
A Wyoming Tall Tale
retold by
S. E. Schlosser
According to the latest reports, there is a crystal mountain residing somewhere in Wyoming. You can't see nothing of it, it being clear straight through. But folks hereabouts reckon its about three miles around at the base, on account of all the bones of birds which killed themselves crashing into the danged thing.
I know of one lad who was showing off for his girl. He was doing wheelies on his bike when he crashed right into the side of the crystal mountain and knocked himself cold. I hear his lassie married another man who was smart enough to avoided mountains, visible or invisible.
That danged crystal mountain is always messing up the huntin' in these parts. A friend of mine got a peach of a sight on a ten-point deer once, right in rifle range. But when he fired, his bullet didn't come anywhere near the dad-blame creature. What's more, the deer didn't even flinch; jest kept on grazin'. It took three or four shots before my buddy realized that that pesky crystal mountain was acting like one of them telescopes and had reflected the image of a deer from the other side of the forest!
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This is a neat poem that makes you want to explore more. You perked up my interest so I looked up the mountain on the net. There are a few stories out there but this is the best one yet!
A Wyoming Tall Tale
retold by
S. E. Schlosser
According to the latest reports, there is a crystal mountain residing somewhere in Wyoming. You can't see nothing of it, it being clear straight through. But folks hereabouts reckon its about three miles around at the base, on account of all the bones of birds which killed themselves crashing into the danged thing.
I know of one lad who was showing off for his girl. He was doing wheelies on his bike when he crashed right into the side of the crystal mountain and knocked himself cold. I hear his lassie married another man who was smart enough to avoided mountains, visible or invisible.
That danged crystal mountain is always messing up the huntin' in these parts. A friend of mine got a peach of a sight on a ten-point deer once, right in rifle range. But when he fired, his bullet didn't come anywhere near the dad-blame creature. What's more, the deer didn't even flinch; jest kept on grazin'. It took three or four shots before my buddy realized that that pesky crystal mountain was acting like one of them telescopes and had reflected the image of a deer from the other side of the forest!