The inspiration for this poem comes from a photograph published on Jan’s blog in her “Wordless Wednesday” post. Check out her site for some wonderful poetry, inspiration, photography, and so much more. There is probably a hint (yes, definitely) of the rustic and tranquil life experienced in the small communities of western Montana.
Photo by Wiriyah Ruechaipanit on Pexels.com
Picturesque, isolated hamlet
Resting below mountainous shadows
Nestled along lake’s calming fingers
Life’s narrative writing tranquil prose
Sunrise crawls over the mountaintop
Cruising silently in their small boat
Early to rise anglers find their spot
Baiting hooks for trout with rainbow coats
Soon village shops begin to open
Curious shoppers fill crowded streets
Welcoming Farmers’ Market today
Locals selling homegrown goods and treats
Later, stillness returns to the town
Sunny, summer day comes to an end
Sun setting behind lake’s dozing shore
Waiting for tomorrow’s best friends
Photo by Maximilian Münzl on Pexels.com
Big Sky Buckeye 
you truly can use words well!
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Pat, I am humbled with your kind words. I have to admit my writing journey has come a long way from my humble start back in October, 2018.
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Pat, thanks for sharing this poem. I have been to many places in western Montana which resemble the description given.
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Reblogged this on From The Darkness Into The Light and commented:
very good Poet and friend
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Your words bring out the beauty of the place…
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Thanks Jim. I think my memories of living and teaching in western Montana came out in the poem. I spent four years teaching there.
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I think so as well, Richard.
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What a beautiful rendition of our lovely little sleepy town … less than 1,000 residents with more than 1,000,000 fish and boats full of hopeful fishermen and women! So glad to see it open up again with guides able to once again make a living. ❤ Yup, and the shops are open. Thank God!
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Thanks Jan. I am pleased your community is opening up again. I have many wonderful memories of the area from my youth. I can still remember many sites around the lake as one travels down toward the canyon and the dam, across the bridge (watch out for one-way traffic), and continuing on down the road past the cabin where my good friend and I stayed with his grandparents.
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Time to come visit and relive those memories. We have a lovely suite for you & Colleen!
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Thank you Jan. I look forward to returning to Montana. Peace be with you.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you Bonnie. I have experienced some of the small towns in western Montana, and some of those experiences show up in this poem.
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I love the little towns of old. I lived in a town of less than 500 when I was young.
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Wonderful! My first teaching job was in a small town in southeastern Montana, Plevna, with about 200 people.
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Love the good ‘old’ days.
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I agree. As I have matured, I find myself remembering such days.
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Love this poem for this season!
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Thank you Jim. This poem took me back to small communities in western Montana. There are many curled up along a river or lake, and some hidden in a mountain valley.
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🙂
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