MT

the hills thrust to the sky
the plains roll into the heat waved distance
a white letter marks every town
every town marks water
the river bottoms wave with lush emerald
cattle low in the tree’s shade
heat bakes sage on the high plains
wind rips through valleys and twists trees
that’s my MT

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