Sometimes I wonder……When you claim no fame
Sometimes I wonder,
If I lived in Montana,
Wide open country,
View from afar,
Mountains to view,
Fields to stare,
No worries in heart,
Nothing to care,
Smoke bellowing,
From Chimney stack,
Few mutts in the pack,
Horses whining,
Fire in the hearth,
The smell of earth,
Soft grass under feet,
And a jutted berth,
Lay on my back,
Staring starry sky,
The color of fall,
On trees short and tall,
Streams dropping,
Cold steaming ponds,
Colts and Stallions,
Potato’s and Scallions
Thunder and Lightening,
Could be frightening,
A yurt or TeePee,
Just wondering what it’d be,
The spirit is same,
Spiritualism is the name,
That is all I know,
No matter where I go,
I’ll serve the same,
Healing hands,
Healing words,
Inwards and Outwards,
It is all so simple,
When you claim no fame…
