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.