Spiritual Journeys #2 |
Blood Red Rose of Montana |
georgek Member
since 2009-06-07
Posts 79 |
Oh Montana, sweep me by With brazen saddles and pale blue skies Lift the burden from my eyes That I may see what others cry Then let this rose; slowly die Pageant silks and cuffs and frills Trinkets, plaques and blood red stacks The gentle breeze on my still cheeks As a petal blows from my blood red rose Just like the wind, all full of prose I grasp a while the sharp cruel thorns Then to let them go, as the air did blow On Montana's land all large and grand Where the wind does blow and prophets go Oh Montana sweep me by! Lift my eyes unto the skies Take this rose from my eyes Red with blood from those who stood. georgek [This message has been edited by georgek (08-11-2009 12:41 AM).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Nice tribute to Montana. I am from North Dakota a neighbor of Montana and a great state. Joyce |
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georgek Member
since 2009-06-07
Posts 79 |
That's great Joyce, Please tell me, is this near Arizona? Is the place also famous for roses? I see a Red Rock Creek nearby, perhaps no connection, but what sort of battle took place? Regards George |
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