Master of the lake once appeared, he said.
A tall man, a cook in the cafeteria
A Bear Lake life guard, a student at the U
Who shoots with hands knowing not what to do.
Standing on an old log he again said :
Whereabouts I point it was seen and not fed
Behind this mount colors looked shades of red
That summer evening boats returned to shore
A full moon catered the clear sky and more
Huge-headed Master burst'd through the lake's floor
Raised his voice; It was just a roaring shore
Tall waves far in the middle of the lake
Seven humps, up and down, they with a shake
Slid too close to the face, say such a dragging snake
Called land-shattered humans; A hysteria.
Steve further said : Master and a mount did a match
Near the sunset they both did clash
Splashing, grabbing, they fought until dawn's flash
Ashore, wide-eyed friends sought thin light beams
Dusts of the lake filled the air; (it seems)
Whereat, the fight, every one's chest had a crash
A weakened sail boat was by the wind damaged
And Steve said: A man was in no way to be salvaged
Now, the morning came, the Master vanished
Two mounts remained on the side of Wyoming
That summer ceased; snow began to pile high
A purple mount; A Master large froze deep
In the summer after, old boats returned
A Master and a mount lived thereon again
Let's wait tonight for boats hugging the shore
May a burning fire say tales to make
Us live the story : Master of the Lake.