melissaahowells
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^^^^^^^^^^^^^ oh how the snow is cold in tall Montana... mountain's high and mountain's deep a man could get lost out in Montana like brother you seem lost now to me I wonder how you will keep safe where you are I call to you with my heart in the waking hours and in my dreams I do no know if you can hear me calling even if my voice echoed through the mountain passes why does a man want to get so lost in all this wilderness and snow where the woods are so thick no daylight shows you are hidden in a place I can not see you from above nor from a distance not even in my mind's eye you are snubbed out by the miles and dwarfed by the vastness all that swallows and surrounds you and the days and weeks that continue to go by why have you become a human needle in a haystack? do I have to believe we may never share daylight again you will disappear like a trail in deep lonesome timber or lost high along the mountain switchbacks. you keep moving, flowing a western wild River the Little Big Horn or the Galatin I cannot catch you the last drops of you sift in the sieves of my fingertips you have at last become the wildness itself lost brother the rushing water of you wild unnameable un-claimable always moving on. Copyright November 25, 2014 8:15 a.m. All Rights Are Reserved By This Author Meloo/Melissa A Howells STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD copyrighted site All Ideas/Poetry/Prose/Rants are the legal property of this writer thank you for reading..... Vote for this poem |
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