I went for a visit to the family homestead about 1950.
Mom introduced me to ol’ Montana, it sure was nifty.
They had horses and cows and I met Uncle Lon there.
it's my memories of that trip that I’d like to share.
You see my Mom came from a hearty family branch,
That made their living on a sure enough stump ranch.
They hunted elk, logged timber, an’ raised a few cows,
Had a garden too, whatever put food in their mouths.
Lon had nearly a section of land covered with Lodgepole pine,
17 acres was pasture created removing one stump at a time.
An’ living 30 miles from Kalispell gave them room to roam.
To this very day I think of that ol’ ranch as my second home.
Uncle Lon put me on a horse when I was just seven years old
Said he was mine an’ he’d do what he was told.
The truth is he belonged to my aunt, Brownie was his name,
But he was my first horse to ride, and I loved him all the same.
I was from the city, but with me Aunt Olive knew what to do,
She gave me her wide-brimmed hat and cowboy boots too.
For the next several days ol’ Brownie an’ me grew to be pals,
We explored every inch of that pasture an’ herded some cows
I vowed I’d be a cowboy an’ move to Montana when I’m grown,
Now a lota years have passed but someday to Montana I’m goin’.
An’ thanks to Uncle Lon I’ve still got a little horse for a best friend.
Her name is Kasidy an’ we’re gonna ride in Montana before our end.
© 1996, Jerry England
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