~Ode to Montana~

Snowflakes are falling the hilltop is quiet.

Rest my Friend under a soft white blanket

I still hear your nicker,  a whisper,

Feel your warm breath,

Against my face  I wonder….

Together we had the best of times

A body can have,

You made my Spirit soar in our quest

 So many miles you carried me on your back,

Together we lived  Glory of the Old West

The “Old West” is gone,

Yet we hang on

To the Glory….

Follow the path, along old trails,

On the Pony Express  we Race

You and I win in the Nevada rain

The memory is vivid on the canvas of my brain

We race the desert wind, on  salt flats,

 blue sky above, distant hills on the Range

Our hearts beat as one, as we ride  

With the Warriors of the Sun

Surrounded by  “Ghost Riders of the Sky”

You had that look of Eagles in your eye

Your tired body is gone my Friend

The memory of  happiest times will never end

You gave me everything so selfless

I hang on to your Great Spirit never the less

You are a wise old Soul, taught me so much

To cherish Freedom to never give up

Farewell my Friend, I will see you again

When my time comes to leave

We shall ride again…