Old Montana

Old Montana

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.
With you its my memories of that trip 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, what ever put food in their mouths.

Lon had nearly a section of land covered with Lodgepole pine,
17 acres was pasture created by 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 while I was there 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 brimed 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'll be a cowboy an' move to Montana when I grown,
Now a lot 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.
His name is Sun Up an' we're gonna ride in Montana before our end.

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