Montana
I'm addicted to the wild places
there's no hope for me.
I've seen waters blue and trees green.
I've walked the trail of tears,
seen the caverns too.
I've been hoping for some peace
within my mind.
I've been dreamin' of
The evergreen view
The smell of woods
The sound of the stream.
The different shades of blue.
The rocky moon.
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Hey y'all!
Here's another poem! I wrote this one in Glacier National Park in Montana. It was so beautiful out there and peaceful I hope to go back there one day.
~ B. Whetstone
