He died on March 10, 1967, in Kalispell, Montana. : : ” Ain’t it the Truth? ” Is his famous poem.
Whilt’s Publications include Rhymes of the Rockies (1922)
Our Animal Friends of the Wild (1927)
Giggles from Glacier Guides (1935)
Mountain Echoes (1951) : : He spent a major part of his life in the Rocky Mountains as a timber cruiser, packer, trapper, and guide, making his descriptions vivid and enjoyable. Most of the poems in his book,”Rhymes of the Rockies ( 1922 ) praise nature, isolation, and the forest’s silence in a rainstorm, but there are also a few poems with a story to tell. One such was ‘The Trapper’s Trail,’ where the poet follows a path up into the mountains, one that is clear only to his trained eye. ‘My Blanket-Roll’ honored the poet’s long-time friend, his cowboy bedroll. He says that it was always ready to go wherever Whilt suggested without any complaining. He sincerely wished that he would get to snuggle inside his blanket roll when he takes his last journey. The whole collection displayed Whilt’s wonderful ideas and imagery. In addition, he did an excellent job putting his thoughts into literary form throughout. These verses take the readers on a beautiful journey into the captivating world of poetry. It comprises several poems, including Adventurer’s Luck, My Garden, Springtime, and many more.
Robin Christmas Jumper for Children
Rodney Robin loves jingly dancing. With bells on his feet he just can’t help it. And this little robin has a squeaker in his belly!
To the Robin : : By James W Whilt
Dear little, sweet little robin
Dressed in nice grey coat
With your warm red sweater about you
Drawn close around your throat.
With your bright pink stockings,
That you keep so clean;
Don’t you ever stain them
In the grass so green?
Eyes so dark and beautiful
Bright as they can be,
Can spy a worm upon the ground,
And you high in a tree.
And the songs you sing me!
I remember every note,
All so sweet and silver pure,
Warbled from your throat.
When you sing at break of dawn
Heralding the day,
Tell of hearts so young and true With your sweetest lay.
Then again at eventide
When the sun is low
You sing your sweetest lullaby
Crooning, soft and low.
Then it starts me thinking Of the One above
Who put you here to sing to us
Telling of His love.
Notes for each of the lines Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem V Jayaraj Pune India October 14, 2023 : : : :
MADHU MALTI 