Notes About The Poem
Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies
—Songwriter:John Denver
Wild Montana Skies
Sense-sational Denver sings of setting, nature and motherhood.
A twang in his voice, strings sing along, a lullaby of blessings,
by a mother to a son, born beneath “Bitterroot Valley” skies.
The son, protected by a mother about to die; as she suckles him.
Her impactful words, he can’t understand, but nevertheless
she blesses him as she says goodbye; for her he’d never cry.
He’d grow up with his uncle; never knew his dad; became a man.
Wild, strong, embraced the seasons as a farmer in Montana.
All through his days, the spirit of a mother’s blessing kisses him.
And I fall in love, my window down, enticed by the fire of John’s voice.
I sing along, glory and all like a teenager, as a stranger smiles
at me, and I have to forever tone down my intimacy; not drawing
attention to this married woman. In “Wild Montana Skies,” I breathe.
Before I knew him…before he played god…I’d see him on stage.
I’d surely heard him play “Take Me Home, Country Roads,” and
“Rocky Mountain High,” in early Navy days, before I said, “I do.”
Somewhere down the line, I embrace the swoon of my heart. As if,
the strumming, refrain, and John’s voice weren’t enough, joined
in the second round repeat by Emmylou Harris; my knees buckle.
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