Poem -
Montana skies
I was walking under Montana skies
I saw grassy plains where
The Buffalo roam at home
To wild horses that run free in the wind along the Missouri river
Where I walk under Montana skies
I stand here in the grassy plains
Under the Montana skies
And looked at the land of
The shining Mountains
Listening to a meadowlark
In the park and a butterfly
Lands on the flower morning
cloak as an eagle sits
In the Ponderosa pines
Where I feel fine under
Montana skies
And under Montana skies
Along the rivers and streams
In Yellowstone, running along
Is a grizzly bear without any care
trying to catch a trout and no doubt
He will all under Montana skies.
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Comments
You have taken me right there with your soulful words Greg...a monster of a write..well done love x
Thank you, Marion
this is my favorite poem
Montana is a wonderful place
NICELY WRTITTEN LINDA
Hi Greg.
this is now one of my favourites of yours. I have never been but your words took me there and I felt myself under those skies. This is a stunning right my friend. Penned to perfection
Thank you Gwendoline
this is my favorite poem
they say the camera never lies and believe me Greg, between the landscape portrait you have posted here and the text of your latest poem, I feel like I have been there too sir & truly .. Neville :)
Thank you Neville
this is my favorite poem
Although I have never been to Montana
I would love to go, maybe someday
Thank you for reading
You are always welcome my friend ..
Thank you
The scene you have painted into words if just wonderful, especially I love the last lines with the grizzly bear be it the rocky mountains or elsewhere what a beautiful picture. 🌹
Thank you, but this is an old poem 2023 but thank you anyways for reading