I must admit that I have been feeling a bit homesick in thinking of my native state of Montana, where much of my family still lives.  This poem and photographs share some past memories of experiencing these awesome wonders of the Big Sky state, and I look forward to visiting when Covid-19 finally takes a backseat.

Dreaming often of Montana’s Big Sky

Feeling more like an eagle, flying high

 

Revisiting wide open eastern plains

Watching combines harvesting ripened grains

 

Driving switchbacks on the Beartooth Highway

Topping amazing heights, wishing to stay

 

Floating the Yellowstone, like yesterday

Spending time with old friends, lasting all day

 

Scaling Baldy Mountain, there’s just one goal

Reaching the “M” without taking a roll

 

Fishing the scenic Madison once more

Joining Herb and his grandson, trout in store

 

Exploring limestone caverns underground

Enjoying mysteries, yet to be found

 

Walking the Bear Paw Mountains near Chinook

Learning Nez Perce history, without books

 

Motoring down the “Going to the Sun”

Chasing this highway to the setting sun

 

Flying over this amazing “Last Best Place”

Returning soon for another sweet taste