Montana Poems - Poems about Montana

Because of Montana

Because of Montana
I am with you,
now.
Because of Montana
the wind still whispers
through the pines.
Because of Montana
I can lay next to you
even here in the desert
and heat shimmering,
cement of a city.

Cosmic Dreamcatcher's Ride

Across the way, I can replay
Scenes from the past, like a wandering day
Of hope and tenderness on the blue bus
Among riders, hurried but generous.

As such stars passed through Montana, eyes stared,
With nice young men, jobless, steeped in despair,
Yet, still the road offered joy and surprises,
Bright beaches beneath friendly sunrises.

Felt like an odyssey beaming with light,
And

Josh Moore 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

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

Montana

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,

Inspiration's Flame

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

Ghost and Tex - Part 2

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

Ballad of Ghost and Tex - Part I

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

Dreaming Again

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

A Gambler's Circle

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

Smokey Wilson

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

Autumn On the Walking Mall

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

Just the Way It Was

‘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

All My Life a Waddie

~ 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

Mary Fields

~ 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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