Favorite Quote of the Day

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~Anton Chekhov

Nov 9, 2014

Montana Big Sky

I wrote this while on a trip this summer. We drove through Montana, and the sky wanted to swallow us up, and I wondered...what would my life be like here? 

The rolling hills seem to call my name. 
Brown with dead grass,
Rolling to nowhere. 
Speckled with shrubs, 
Shadowed by larger hills-
Taller hills,
Almost mountains. 
They tell stories to me-
Tales of the girl I would've been here. 
Flying through the dry grass-
A horse of my own. 
Cowgirl hat on my head,
Reins firm in my hands. 
Completely free. 
Free to be my own me. 
Free from society,
Of what other people think. 
Just me. 
Me and my Montana Big Sky. 

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