ENDLESS: MY HOME
From the snowy peaks of Bozeman, to the plateau of Great Falls and the endless hay fields to the east. This is Montana. This is my home.
I come from a small town, a town I call home. It’s nestled in the mountains of Montana. We like to prefer to our Mother state as Montucky, where anything redneck in considered cultural.
Helena is where I have lived for the last seventeen years. This small town of 26,000 people is consider a “city” for Montana. But to city folk, this would just be called a town.
If you were ever to fly into this town, you’d see the Sleeping Giant Mountain to the north, guarding The North valley and the northern entrance.
To the east, Cannon Ferry Lake, with the the looming mountains along side its northern side and the hay fields of Townsend toward its eastern end.
To the the West, you would see Fort Harris Army base, protecting the McDonald pass a very daunting pass, that zigzags its way down to Helena.
Finally to the south you would see our Capitol and Cathedral. Beyond that, the snowy peaks of the Elkhorn Mountain range. Which protects our southern end.
It’s a place of time, and a place of moderation. Not long ago our north valley was bare of any lights, except for the few ranches out there. Now our whole northern valley is lit at night.
Our town sits on the side of a mountain and goes down to the valley. Being a governmental town, our town is clean, and the road are well groomed in the summer and stays well plowed during winter.
As I walked downtown I almost start to cry, all the memories I’ve had here start to flood my mind. Taco Del Sol, where I use to eat out with my buddies, with it’s wild colored and high tables. The Big Dipper Icecream Parlor, where we use to walk too after the movies.. the FourOSix shop, where we all got our stickers. And the “Merk” where we all sat around the table and drank hot coco and coffee.
Now we have all moved on, beginning a new life. I watch youngsters walk past me, I almost start to laugh. I was just like them not to long ago. I am now 20, and I feel every bit that age now. The times creep up so fast, and I had to sit down to realize, I missed this town, the people and my friends.
At night all the boys would ride down Montana Ave. with their big trucks and bright Halos. County girls sitting in the passenger seats, checking out their hair and smokin. They we’re off to a bon-fire very normal here for youngsters.
The police keep a tight crack down on crime, and keep the citizens in line. Back roads are checked, every highway patrol man's eyes sharp for speeders.
This town is in every vain of my being, progressed and to come. To find a new place to call my home is not even an option. I will bring my own family back here, and raise my children where I grew up. Because there is no place like Home.
