Flathead Lake
RodeoWe have been visiting our relatives in Butte,Billings and Havre Montana since 1978,that`s about a dozen or so trips I think. Such magnificent scenary and wonderful blue skies and the purest air.We just love it.We have entered the USA through many different States, and took the opportunity to tour most of the Western Coast,Mid-West America,British Columbia and Alberta Canada. We have visited many of the National Parks and was especially thrilled to see a Dinosaur being dug out of a river bed at the Dinosaur Museum in Utah State. We have been very interested in travelling the route that the waggon trains have taken over the Mountains and Plains towards Utah and California it was a truly remarkable journey.
Rocky Mountain Dream
Butte Montana is our second home.
A place on earth where we can roam
Through snowy peaked mountains,over grassy plains,
Where the spirit of adventure soon enters our viens.
Breathing in the mountains clear crisp air of creation,
We rediscover that the earth is but one great nation.
Looking up into the blue Montana skies
As rivers fill lakes,that mirror our eyes.
Lewis and Clarke intrepid explorers
Discovered this tough wild wilderness for us.
Flathead, Glacier Beaverhead and Gallitan.
Wonderful areas of adventure for man.
For fishing and hunting the stars are our guide.
The freedom we feel is released from inside.
There`s Moose and Elk shot with permission,
To see them complete with rack is truly a vision.
But beware of the bear and the Buffalo who roam,
Through forests and plains that are really their home.
But to ride the white water and swim in the lakes,
To take a boat ride through the Rocky Mountain`s gates,
Is a priviledge we must not ignore.
To obey the rules of that we are sure.
No litter or fires, and stay on the track,
If you want to make sure you will ever get back.
The people are warm they are loving and giving
Their hearts are as big as the land that they live in.
We travel the miles to recapture a dream
To sit on the deck and drink in the scene
Of the beautiful mountains and highlands of Butte
©ValCook1997
The Rodeo
On a warm Friday evening we took a ride.
To the Rodeo over on the south side.
It was crowded with people, horses and cars.
Concession stands,venders and noisy bars.
We took our seats over the chutes,
Amidst stetson hats and cowboy boots.
And watched as the horses and steers were prepared,
For the gallent Rodeo Cowboys who dared,
To ride a wild fearless mount.
Stay on at all costs,to the end of the count.
They bucked and kicked all over the ring,
To the hoots and hollers that the crowds sing.
Some are lucky, some are not.
All are brave giving all they`ve got.
Chasing calves and roping them tight.
Barrel racing,clown chasing,what an exciting night.
©ValCook1997
South of Kalispell Montana lies Flathead Lake the largest fresh water lake west of the Mississippi.It has a 85mile shore line that you can drive around. The Lake is fed by the Flathead River. To the north east is the Glacier National Park and views of the magnificant Mission and Swan Mountain Ranges.
We visited Flathead Lake in July 1999 as the guests of our friends Bob and Pauline we had a wonderful time. Here are some of my memories.
Flathead Lake
Flathead Lake is the largest freshwater lake in the west
Where islands private and secluded.
Have guards on watch to keep intruders out.
The west wind whistles around these small islands,
Creating endless waves that leap towards the shore.
At times the water flattens, and is calm,
Still as a mill pond until agitated once more.
Fiercely hitting the rocks in a spray of foam.
As ice cold streams rush down the Mountainside
To catch a wave and take a ride.
Wings outstretched, a Bald eagle returns to her nest
High in a tree on the waters edge.
She has fish in her beak for her fledgling
Who she feeds while balancing precariously on a branch.
The hungry chick almost knocks her over
As it greedily gobbles the offering,
Then instantly cries for more.
Above the lake Ospreys on the wing
Dip and dive in a spectacular display.
The lake mirrors the sky, deep and blue
Making it hard to tell the one from the other.
Until the Osprey catches a fish and gives us a clue.
Houses and cabins lie hidden deep in the forest
Where deer, bear and mountain lion freely roam.
Leafy lanes meander through the tall Ponderosa Pines
Leading to cultivated plots and people at home.
The Blackfeet Indian Tribe own most of the land
By a shake of their hand they alone give permission,
To build a cabin or a home
In springtime the Cherry Orchards on the eastside
Cover the slopes with pretty pink blossom
That attracts Honey Bees whose famous honey
Is sold far and wide
At the head of the lake is Big Fork, a neat quaint town
With galleries shops and restaurants.
An idyllic rendezvous
For those who live or remain all summer.
At Flathead Lake.
©ValCook1999
Rocky Mountain Dream
Butte Montana is our second home.
A place on earth where we can roam
Through snowy peaked mountains,over grassy plains,
Where the spirit of adventure soon enters our viens.
Breathing in the mountains clear crisp air of creation,
We rediscover that the earth is but one great nation.
Looking up into the blue Montana skies
As rivers fill lakes,that mirror our eyes.
Lewis and Clarke intrepid explorers
Discovered this tough wild wilderness for us.
Flathead, Glacier Beaverhead and Gallitan.
Wonderful areas of adventure for man.
For fishing and hunting the stars are our guide.
The freedom we feel is released from inside.
There`s Moose and Elk shot with permission,
To see them complete with rack is truly a vision.
But beware of the bear and the Buffalo who roam,
Through forests and plains that are really their home.
But to ride the white water and swim in the lakes,
To take a boat ride through the Rocky Mountain`s gates,
Is a priviledge we must not ignore.
To obey the rules of that we are sure.
No litter or fires, and stay on the track,
If you want to make sure you will ever get back.
The people are warm they are loving and giving
Their hearts are as big as the land that they live in.
We travel the miles to recapture a dream
To sit on the deck and drink in the scene
Of the beautiful mountains and highlands of Butte
©ValCook1997
The Rodeo
On a warm Friday evening we took a ride.
To the Rodeo over on the south side.
It was crowded with people, horses and cars.
Concession stands,venders and noisy bars.
We took our seats over the chutes,
Amidst stetson hats and cowboy boots.
And watched as the horses and steers were prepared,
For the gallent Rodeo Cowboys who dared,
To ride a wild fearless mount.
Stay on at all costs,to the end of the count.
They bucked and kicked all over the ring,
To the hoots and hollers that the crowds sing.
Some are lucky, some are not.
All are brave giving all they`ve got.
Chasing calves and roping them tight.
Barrel racing,clown chasing,what an exciting night.
©ValCook1997
South of Kalispell Montana lies Flathead Lake the largest fresh water lake west of the Mississippi.It has a 85mile shore line that you can drive around. The Lake is fed by the Flathead River. To the north east is the Glacier National Park and views of the magnificant Mission and Swan Mountain Ranges.
We visited Flathead Lake in July 1999 as the guests of our friends Bob and Pauline we had a wonderful time. Here are some of my memories.
Flathead Lake
Flathead Lake is the largest freshwater lake in the west
Where islands private and secluded.
Have guards on watch to keep intruders out.
The west wind whistles around these small islands,
Creating endless waves that leap towards the shore.
At times the water flattens, and is calm,
Still as a mill pond until agitated once more.
Fiercely hitting the rocks in a spray of foam.
As ice cold streams rush down the Mountainside
To catch a wave and take a ride.
Wings outstretched, a Bald eagle returns to her nest
High in a tree on the waters edge.
She has fish in her beak for her fledgling
Who she feeds while balancing precariously on a branch.
The hungry chick almost knocks her over
As it greedily gobbles the offering,
Then instantly cries for more.
Above the lake Ospreys on the wing
Dip and dive in a spectacular display.
The lake mirrors the sky, deep and blue
Making it hard to tell the one from the other.
Until the Osprey catches a fish and gives us a clue.
Houses and cabins lie hidden deep in the forest
Where deer, bear and mountain lion freely roam.
Leafy lanes meander through the tall Ponderosa Pines
Leading to cultivated plots and people at home.
The Blackfeet Indian Tribe own most of the land
By a shake of their hand they alone give permission,
To build a cabin or a home
In springtime the Cherry Orchards on the eastside
Cover the slopes with pretty pink blossom
That attracts Honey Bees whose famous honey
Is sold far and wide
At the head of the lake is Big Fork, a neat quaint town
With galleries shops and restaurants.
An idyllic rendezvous
For those who live or remain all summer.
At Flathead Lake.
©ValCook1999
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