The Plains of Montana

These rolling plains spark my imagination,
sends me catapulting through the colored grasses…
All the golden, purple, blue, and red hues,
Running me wild
Across the shortened
Prairie grass…

Meandering through
Pine trees, like a river would,
Through each
Rock of a river bed…

On my back
Lying sprawled,
Gazing at the gold burning sun,
staring me directly in the face
My eyes closed,
I soak up the
Warmth from the ever increasing glow
Of its
Magnificence…

Laying flat against my back, I begin to
Grow,
Towards the
Heavens,
Sprouting like a newly budded
Rose,
Enormous ruts
They become,
Leaving the earth shaped and cleverly crafted…

Enclosed in ribbons of
Color,
Brass colored hillsides
Rumble
With each
Individual intake of
Breath
Ever increasing
Beats,
Would trumpet in the air toward the heavens,
Like giant’s footsteps, echoing across the rolling
Plain…

Miniature
Cliffs
Hang over the
Sullen, dampened
Sky
Creating the glowing effect of
Greatness…

Taking an ever increasing
Glance
In their direction,
Watching them,
Those rolling…

…Plains 

Aisling Ball-Sutton