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Hot Donuts and Montana Mountains

Poetry By: Unfortunate Cowboy
Poetry



Count your blessings, love your life, do what makes you happy.
NOTE: The Thunderbird Motel pictured is the one in Missoula Montana.


Submitted:Jun 2, 2011    Reads: 52    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Some things are wonderful

things to be sure.

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I am almost certain that this

is agreed on.

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But I remember well realizing

it for the first time.

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My mother took us across

the country in an old car.

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From Georgia to Washington,

most of it without air conditioning.

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And one night, we stopped in

what I remember was Missoula, Montana.

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We stayed at a little place

called the Thunderbird Motel.

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In the morning, I went to go get breakfast

and hunting for donuts.

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They where hot and fresh from

a local shop.

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I went out back, and looked at the

mountains of Montana.

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Eating a hot donut there, looking

at the mountain, I was happy.

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And I decided to count all good

things as blessings.

___________________________

Things like fresh hot donuts

and Montana mountains.





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