This poem is dedicated to the many lives which have come and gone along the tracks of the Great Northern Railroad from years ago. Perhaps you can feel the living spirit still riding the Empire Builder passenger train across the Hi-Line of Montana.
Feeling a bit like heaven
Blessed Big Sky, almost home
Paradise spelled as two words
Riding free, spirit’s train roams
Witnessing God’s creative touch
Mountains shaped by nature’s hand
Valleys carved out by rivers
Dreaming of this treasured land
Stirring up past memories
Iron horse roaring at top speed
Long ago, been here before
Coming home, spirits now freed
Flashing by Hi-Line’s vast farms
Cropland caresses these tracks
Golden fields of wheat ripen
Waiting for harvest’s comeback
Fading daylight turns to night
Darkness covers Montana’s peace
Town lights twinkle here and there
Thinking back to life’s past lease
Climbing through Marias Pass
Glacier Park saying good-bye
Big Sky’s wonder never fades
Ageless spirit, dropping by
Big Sky Buckeye 
I have to see Glacier park – it’s on my bucket list
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Great idea for a trip. Sad to say, I haven’t seen Glacier since I was a very small child. My Dad’s first teaching assignment was not too far from it.
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I can understand missing your home state of Montana. We’ve visited there many times and feel very at home there. What a wondrous state it is.
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Kathy, I always appreciate you sharing these memories. While I have been through Minnesota a few times, I felt more like I was passing through. Perhaps there will be a time to visit and see more of its beauty.
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now I want to take a train ride!
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Sounds like an excellent plan Jim! I have not been on a train since the late 60s.
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we were on one about three years ago and loved it…
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It must be so beautiful in your home sweet home, Montana!
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Indeed, the Big Sky will always feel like “home sweet home.”
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THIS A BEAUTIFUL POEM DESCRIBES WELL WHAT YOU SEE AS YOU TRAVEL ON A TRAIN, LOVE IT, TY.
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Thanks Pat. The meaning of “coming home” can mean different things to each of us.
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Reblogged this on From The Darkness Into The Light.
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Pat, thanks for sharing. God’s peace!
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I love trains
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Wonderful Crissy! I have not ridden a train since the late 1960s. I wouldn’t mind riding one again.
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Wow that’s a long time .
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Love the trains
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Growing up, I rode the southern rail line in Montana a couple of times. Today, only the northern rail line is still operating.
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😀
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