A whole lotta love, Montana style
What better day to show off our Love Letters to Montana than Valentine’s Day?
Recently, we got one of the sweetest Montana love stories yet, when reader Willena Burton sent in her story about Queenie the missing terrier.
Burton was a kids when she her beloved dog Queenie got lost while hunting rabbits one winter.
It’s a touching story – one of many we’ve gotten telling us why it’s so easy to love Montana.
Other love letters we think you should read:
- Me and my Ol’ Man by Zach Pallister
- Montana is Calling poetry by Imogene Hansen
- Who Says You Can’t Go Home by Pamela Zortman-Rogers
Here’s hoping you enjoyed our Montana-style dose of love this Valentine’s Day.
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‘Montana is Calling’ a beautiful poem about missing Montana
Of all the emails, letters and phone calls we get about Montana Magazine each day, some always stand out. They’re the notes about the allure of Montana and the want of so many to come here, live here one day, or for the natives who’ve moved away, to come back one day.
These notes are always great to read, and many are beautiful and poetic too.
So we thought we’d start sharing some these notes, poems and stories in a section on MontanaMagazine.com called “Love Letters to Montana” (it’s under the More of Montana tab on the home page.)
We’ve put several love letters up and will add more soon.
One of my favorites came from Janet Fulkerson, who found writings by her mother Imogene Z. Hansen after Imogene passed away in 2013.
Imogene lived and raised a family in Helena before poor health forced her to move to Indiana to live with Janet. The photo with this post is of Imogene and her husband Bruce Hansen, and Janet’s sister, Susan Marie.
Her poem, “Montana is Calling,” was written in 2012. The full poem is here and a snipped is listed below. It’s worth a read.
Montana Is Calling
By Imogene Hansen
September 17, 2012
My heart’s in Montana; my heart is not here.
It’s in Big Sky Country so high, wide, and clear.
From the mountains and prairies that I loved to roam
Montana is calling, and I want to go home.
I miss Montana which is far, far from here
where the earth is too flat and the sky seldom clear.