Virginia M. Heprian

(Cleveland, Ohio)

The Sweetgrass Hills Of Montana - Poem by Virginia M. Heprian

Of all my travels far and wide,
To foreign lands and countryside,
None has given me lasting pride,
But the Sweetgrass Hills of Montana.

Silent sentinels in a mist of blue,
Sweeping o'er the Plains with a commanding view
Of grazing cattle and caribou...
And the Sweetgrass Hills of Montana.

Indian rings surrounding the brim
Of long-ago tepees on Rattlesnake Rim,
Of the Blackfeet nation's strive to win,
And the Sweetgrass Hills of Montana.

Lewis and Clark in their mission prevail,
The whiskey run of the Whoop-up Trail,
Hungarian partridge and hunter's quail,
And the Sweetgrass Hills of Montana.

My quest for distant shores now turning
Full circle, and a pulsate yearning
For one more giant step returning
To the Sweetgrass Hill of Montana!

Comments about The Sweetgrass Hills Of Montana by Virginia M. Heprian

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: pride, travel, running

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

Virginia M. Heprian's Other Poems

Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]