Montana "Spring" Drive

‘Twas a cold and blistering Monday afternoon Seventy nine miles of pavement separated us from our destination The winter had came with full brute force Snow drifts alongside the road completely covered the property fences Ultimately defeating their purpose Bushes unsuccessfully tried to shake the heavy and wet snow off their hunched and aching backs Small shrubs on the sides of sheer hills tried to hold themselves up from falling down and having to start again Hillsides prayed for sunlight to warm themselves Deer pawed through the snow to try to get a meal in their empty stomachs Cattle consumed grass, trying to stay warm, and hungrily eyeing nearby hay bales Rows of winter wheat struggled to the surface from underneath a blanket of snow Snow snakes slithering across the unobstructed prairie The cold froze all that moved Ponds now wait to experience the cutting edge of an ice skate Powerful river became covered with a thin sheet of glass A large and imminent cold front marked by a blockade of white and purple cloud in the North brought powerful winds Grass and other noxious weeds were bent over from the chilling and gusting wind Geese began on their long journey to the south This old place had experienced much, and it was quite obvious Cottonwoods down by the river that have been there for ages Withering barns that have seen one too many winters were barely standing Occasional homestead that were now abandoned and left to the elements Unending lines of fence posts and telephone poles Tire tracks left there by there previous owner Trees and other plant life sucking the moisture from the nearest water source However, this place is still the most beautiful place Prairie like an unending expanse off into the far distance Hillsides full of a large network of game trails known only to their majestic users Weak streams flowing their way down valleys to later meet up with their mother Snow white mountains and rolling hills in the vast distance that are as unique as all humans are Jagged peaks, prominent cliffs, sheer peaks and looming mountains covered in pines and great expanses Couldn’t tell where the mountains ended and the sky started The brilliant sun was shining brightly, in the clear and light blue sky, down like an angel sent down from the heavens Birds completely dominated and controlled the unopposed sky Finches dances with each other and forgot about the cold while the Bald Eagle controlled all Vast expanses of beauty that only a person in Montana can experience