Montana Poems - Poems about Montana

Cheap ale pools in a Styrofoam cup. She’s barefoot in gravel, anklet flashing beneath the floodlamps. Pickup window ajar, radio blaring “Friends in Low Places.” Her jeans slung low, hips marbled violet on the porch-swing, ash winnowing across her thighs from last night’s guttering fire. I watch the buttes flatten at gloaming, a silo blinking red— a wound stitched into the earth. She speaks of leaving at...

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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...

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Life is trailblazing the sail across the horizon. N'er knowing the day nor what it will be comprisin'. The pendulum of motion, soul's compass providing the way. A theater of kaleidoscope projections, their masterpiece array. The calmness in the hush of a stream's lullabye from jaggedness it raise. Heaven's murial, the Meadowlark's song trumpeting its praise. The mirage of distant silhouettes,...

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The snow upon the mountains and the wind across the plains These are the sparks that ignite my inspiration’s flame...

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But the sun beating down was taking its toll Red started to fade though he'd given his soul they reached the exchange both were ragged and sore Tex jumped on Blackie and was ready for more Blackie was a young horse so full of spirit he'd catch up to Ghost or at least damned near it Behind them the sun met...

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There’s many a tale that spreads across the night when the sun o’er the plains yields to campfire light. Tales about cowboys, who once roamed the plains, scratching a living using their rope and reins A few were happy when it came time to tell, but many of them were just sadder than hell Cause most of them...

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From the old rockin’ chair came the sound of his snores that rattled the windows and vibrated the doors She looked o’er her glasses but kept counting her stitch as she watched his feet jerk and his hands start to twitch She knew he was dreaming ‘bout them places he’d been Was out riding the grass cross the highline again She’d heard all his stories knows most of...

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Whenever I’m sitting at the table my stack of chips is dwindling kind of low I start to thinking back towards the past and how life has dealt me an ugly blow But I just keep on reaching for the cards though I can’t seem to get a better hand Still trying to bluff my way through the game and...

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Smokey hailed from someplace back in Missouri was a slave until the ripe old age of ten Left his master's home headed to Montana and swore they would never hear from him again Started out in the gold mines of Helena then walked all the way to Bozeman alone Through rustlers, wranglers, Indians and critters to the place that he would forever...

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The sun hangs gilded I savor the warmth as autumn trees glow like fire flickering through hoar frost mountains loom proud into cloudless blue like white-headed old men watching over the world the sweet smell of pies, cakes and bread mix with chocolate as they escape from stores lining the street wisps of frozen breath drift from shoppers lips it suspends in the clear air for an eternity it...

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‘Twas way back in them days when the ranch owner’s ways was just about the only law there was around Rancher’s money was king and gun violence reigned till marshal Ben Miller made his way into town Well that town was real rough till Ben said ‘twas enough that’s when he used his guns to bring law to the street But there's always...

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~ All My Life a Waddie… I have lived the life of a country bumpkin matter of fact I came into this world where Every day was lived hand to mouth so to speak poor as a church mouse with not a crumb to spare I’ve lived among the bright lights of the city just doing the nine-to-five job everyday Worked...

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~ Mary Fields… Was born into slavery somewhere back east she thought it was Hickman County, Tennessee Growing up, she had learned how to read and write though she'd spent her childhood in captivity Came to Montana to live life as a nun but learned she was better suited for fight'n She stood six foot tall and weighed two hundred pounds wore a...

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I was out riding the fences one day and spied these here suits and their fancy car They said they was from some oil company and started cutting their way through the wire Well I says whoa down a bit young fellas I proceeded with my best daunting stare There's a reason that no trespassing sign has been hung up on that...

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The heats beating down on the back of my neck and a river of sweat's runnin’ down my spine I swear I would trade away my last red cent for any kind of shade that I just might find The sun is so hot it's burned away the chance of any cloud that might saunter into view The thermometer has...

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