This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Baylor Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/ok.2ADE/2000 Message Board Post: THE FREMONT COUNTY HERALD. March 29, 1900.--"....Mrs. Baylor rendered two original poems, one of which follows: "THE BLUFFS OF MISSOURI VALLEY". By Mrs. (R?) Baylor Bluffs like ours along this valley, --To none other lands are known. But not only in this country --Is the interest in them shown. Far away across the ocean --There are men well known to fame, Striving now to solve the problem, --Of the way in which they came. Pray thee tell us, O! ye sages, --Tell us truly if you can, How at first were formed these ridges, --In accordance with God's plan. Were they lifted like the mountains, --In the ages long ago? Did the waters when receding, --Leave them mutely standing so? Was the river once so mighty --Rushing onward to the sea, That its surging waters formed them, --In their beauty wild and free? Or will you perchance discover, --That these ridges had their birth, When the sand was heaped in hillocks, --As the winds swept o'er the earth? O the deep and wondrous mystery --That lies hidden in these hills! As we try to read their secrets, --How the heart with rapture thrills. At the thought of a Creator, --Who could form and leave no sign. How or when or for what purpose, --He has made this wave-like line. We are told no metal treasure --Under them in darkness lies. Yet we know a wealth or beauty --Daily stand before our eyes. First the summits in the springtime, --Don their robes of tender green, Then in summer comes the yucca --Adding beauty to the scene. In the autumn brilliant surmac --'Mid the emerald gleameth red; Last comes winter's snowy mantle. --Hiding grasses brown and dead. Ah, the years are few in number, --Since the red man here did roam; Now we find his pale faced brother, --Has established him a home. Who can tell but in the future, --There may come another race, Seeking gifts from mother nature, --Finding here a dwelling place? Oft we wander through the hollows, --Or these rugged heights ascend; We have loved them from our childhood, --And we'll love them to the end.