My grandmother used to recite a poem to us as young children ( in the
late 40's and early 50's).  It started out something like this:  The
snow clad mountains lofty height, with it's head so brim in the balded
sky, where ore the wild rocks gray and brown the crystal waters came
leaping down.  It went on to tell of a brave woman in the wild whose
child was in grave peril.  It was a fairly lenghty poem and so very
vivid in my mind (though it has been over 50 years).  I would only
guess the title would be something like " Brave Alta wayne", but I
have done so much research and cannot find any clue to the poem,
words, author, etc.  I sure could use some help on this.  Thanks so
much, Sandy Adams

Hello,

I know this is probably not the poem you are looking for but it
sounded similiar so I fugured I would post it:

The Banks of Tay


                        By Grampia's towering mountain high,
                        Whose rocky summits skirt the sky,
                        Wild rolls the queen of Scotia's floods,
                        Adorned by Athole's ancient woods:
                        Along their winding walks in spring,
                        How sweet to hear the wild-birds sing;
                        At peep of dawn, how sweet to stray
                        A down the bonnie banks of Tay!

                        Here summer's sun, with golden gleams,
                        Gilds mountain tops, the woods, the streams;
                        Before his early, piercing ray,
                        The wreaths of white mist wheel away,
                        Revealing all the lovely scene;-
                        The woods, thick cloth'd in foliage green,
                        High waving o'er the wild rocks grey
                        Upon the bonnie banks of Tay!

                        Enchanting scenes! How oft in view
                        To fancy's eye, fresh, blooming, new;-
                        The flowing river, mountains, strath-
                        The winding of each woodland path;
                        And dearer still,-fond friendship's ties,
                        And true love's flame that never dies;
                        All these were mine;-now far away
                        I mourn the bonnie banks of Tay!


                        Robert Carmichael

It came from the website:

http://www.tartans.com/articles/arockingsong1.html

Hope this helps.

Just a thought.  I think the reason nobody is attempting to answer
this question is that $2.00 doesn't seem like a worthwhile amount to
put
the right amount of effort into answering this question.  It is a
little tough.  Perhaps you can raise the amount.  You may get more
takers, and
possibly answer your question.