Author Anonymous Eyes like the morning star, Cheek like a rose, Laura was a pretty girl, God Almighty knows. Weep, all ye little rains, Wail, winds, wail, All along, along, along The Colorado Trail. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments