Montana in the Autumn

There's gold and green of the hillside

And the blue of the sky above

The creeks as clear as crystal

And the cry of the turtle dove

Flocks of geese are winging

You can hear their distant cry

And wonder how far Southward

They intend to fly

There's golden wheat a-swaying

And the smell of new mown hay

And clumps of yellow daisies

Scattered on the way

There's stately dock and tall cattails

All dressed up in brown

And there's a herd of antelope

On the hillside looking down

The gold of the birch tree mingles

With the dark green of the pine

And through the branches overhead

You can see the bright sunshine

You couldn't paint a picture

To compare with it at all

For Montana is so beautiful

When the season's in theFall

-Myrtle Storm

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