Montana
My
daddy raised some hell in
Montana
until
he was a wise guy at the age of
fourteen
and
decided to take off
for
parts unknown
and
rode rails,
picked
watermelon for pennies
and
played his harmonica for company.
It
was 1919.
People
were lonely everywhere.
Daddy
was deathly afraid of snakes and
all
things that moved across
the
face of the earth
without
feet.
This
would include
fire,
which
scared him more than
rattlers.
He
came back to Montana as a young man
And
chased smoke for a living;
a
dangerous pastime
that
brought him to familiarity of deep fear
and
profound courage.
Mother
Nature, out of control.
My
daddy was a humble man in many ways
but
he could stand up to a fight
with
little compunction
and
was always on the side of
the
underdog,
the
Cinderella team,
the
downtrodden.
Montana,
a
place named for mountains ,
known
for a vast sky;
where
my daddy’s heart yearned
and
his mind imagined.
My
daddy was a Capricorn,
an
earth sign,
as
am I, a Virgo and
my
mother, a Taurus.
These
are feet that sense
the
dense physical world.
Like
Montana.
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