Train over Mesa Verde Canyon
From Clarkdale to Perkinsville
Homesteaders but a few
Below limestone walls a view
White water ripples over smooth rocks
The river with trout fully stocked

A smelter once ruled this town
Until 1946 when it shut down
If you lived here you worked for Mr. Clark
Under sweltering heat until dark
A railroad track laid in a year
By men who knew no fear

The line connected with the Santa Fe
Quite a feat in its day
Copper mines played out
Before the last Indian scout
The wild, wild, west filmed here
In a time of yesteryear

Plush vegetation along the river
In water that would make one quiver
Bald eagles guard the canyon
Perched high with wild abandon
Mule deer eat wild berries
On a landscape replete with imagery