REALITY IS A "MONTANA" STATE OF MIND

It came to me in a flash...
Reality is a "Montana" state of mind.
Where the birds and the trees...and the big skies
envelope you in their majesty.
Reality ain't in a keyboard, my friends.
Not in an IPOD or a GAMEBOY.
This facebook thing is pernicious, dangerous, addictive,
vain, and time wasting.
Reality isn't how many facebook "so-called-friends" I can accumulate.
I don't want to be like "Predator", collecting skulls for the
walls of my facebook spacecraft.
Reality isn't my flashy new Caddy or eating at all those five-star restaurants.
It isn't measured by my book or art sales.
Reality isn't the notches on my belt, for showgirls I planked in Las Vegas.

Reality is a "Montana" state of mind.
The open range...the fresh air...prairie flowers...faithful dogs...
laughing children...and sweat on my brow from splitting logs.
Reality is eating a hearty breakfast, and laboring for twelve hours.
Reality is over tipping a hard working waitress or bartender.
Reality is putting a greasy chain on a bike for a smiling 8 year old boy.
Reality is hiking with my wife.
Turn off the TV...Read a good book...Have a good cup of coffee.
Keep a "Montana state of mind".
This is reality.