Karen Kuhlmann

Karen Kuhlmann, history buff, Western legend & lore enthusiast, event organizer, writer, community volunteer and ‘grass roots’ marketer loves Montana Cowboy Poetry! “Since 2004,” shared Karen, “I’ve been the Trail Boss for Montana Cowboy Poetry & Western Music Gathering, Lewistown’s 4-day signature event held every August in the middle of Montana. It is so exciting to have over 100 cowboy poets and artisans gather to celebrate the heritage of the Montana Territory and the enviable life-style we cherish so much.” The Gathering is 36 years old this August……just one year younger than the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko, Nevada. Those interested in “Keepin It Cowboy” should give The Gathering a whirl: MontanaCowboyPoetryGathering.com.

Timeless, Montana!

July, 2015,

Karen Kuhlmann
kbkuhlmann@midrivers.com


Beautiful, Montana!
You’re luscious and green
You lay on the land
Like a gypsy queen

Purple mountains unfurled
Your veils in the wind
Silver rivers and streams
Bright jewels on your skin

Mona Lisa, Montana
You smile, but don’t tell
You call to men’s souls
You’re heaven, you’re hell

Mistress, Montana!
You make your own rules
Like no place on earth
You’re no place for fools

You’re wild and you’re strong
You’re a magnet for life
But you can be cruel
For a horse or a wife

Mother of Montana

She came west in a wagon, her man by her side,
Children in the back, she was Destiny’s bride.

She came up the Missouri on a steamer belching black,
She set foot in Ft. Benton and she never looked back.

She came out on the railway, to Billings, the end of the line,
With a big black trunk from Pittsburgh, full of china and linens so fine!

She’s the Mother of Montana, she tamed the Big Sky
With a Bible and a needle and a twinkle in her eye!

She married the miner, they struggled together.
She married the logger, his hands worn like leather.

She married the stockman, the cowboy, the preacher,
While she nursed the sick and was forever the teacher.

She helped to build the cabin and the fence and the barn.
She made the soap and candles, and carded out the yarn.

She helped with the calving, the lambing and haying,
There was laughter and loving, weeping and praying.

She’s the Mother of Montana, she tamed the Big Sky,
With some seeds and teapot, and a tear in her eye.

She came to tame Montana, to make a spot her own,
She came to tame Montana, make her life and make a home!

By Karen Kuhlmann