By Kyra Oakland

Montana —
one small town,
country music,
swing dancing,
big skies,
open plains,
mountains, hills, lakes, rivers —
a true display of nature’s finest.
Earth’s wonder.

It can be suffocating and comforting
all in the same breath.

I can run free across the globe,
but I know in my heart
Montana will always be home.

My roots stretch wide
across the plains of eastern Montana.
How lucky am I to call her home.

I have a memory on every street,
friends in most towns,
and echoes of the past
in every place I go.

And when the wind moves through the fields,
I swear it knows my name.
This land remembers me,
as I remember her.

Maybe the sky here is so wide
so our souls remember what freedom feels like.
Maybe that’s why I always return…
to touch the edge of heaven again.

Simply yours, Ky