Montana Morning

Streaks of orange across the sky Are intertwined with clouds Blue sky peeking through it all Hanging like a shroud. Morning in Montana What will the new day bring Watching deer and antelope Listening to sweet birds sing. Perhaps today the sun will shine More than it will rain But even it the rain prevails I’ll enjoy it on the pane. I look across the road and field And see them start to race Two deer take off and climb a hill They’re gone, there’s not a trace. Aww yes, I’m in Montana Sitting in the morn I’ll enjoy whatever God will bring As a new day now is born.