I grew up in another time

I grew up in another time



I grew up in another time, a time where we thought about America in terms of domination and pride of being . . . Being number one, not two, three or four. Where did that go? When did we stop believing in ourselves? When did we stop trying to help each other?



I read today that Toyota is number one . . . I’ve never not bought an American made vehicle and so many tell me oh so many reasons why I’m not buying American anymore. They say all the parts come from far away lands and that my GMC is made in Canada or Mexico or some other land . . . And all I say is, where’s the Company’s Corporate head quarters?



Because where it is, is where the money goes. Things may change, but let’s be frank . . . Where the factories go, so does the money and when the money’s gone, America will be an alien land, a wasteland.



And maybe that’s just another cause leading to a cheaper labor force . . . But then again don’t kid yourself for those that believe in money first, will always have another reason why they choose to move.



Dan Hanosh

Dreams are yours to Share



My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights



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They died with their boots on

They died with their boots on . . .

Just off Interstate 90 in Montana, sits the Little Bighorn Battlefield. It resides on the edge of nowhere. And if you ever get to walk the paths, you’ll get a glimpse of hell, the hell that Custer must have felt that fateful day, oh too long ago.

In a sea of endless hills and valleys, it is said over 3000 braves hid and waited for this man, they called ‘Yellow Hair’. And you’ll learn of his misguided deeds, many say led to his demise, huddled with just a handful of men and his most famous brother Tom.

And if you go in July, you’ll most likely sweat in the God awful heat, constantly bitten by Noseems and Black Flies. Occasionally, you may see a park attendant attempting an eviction of an unwanted guest from the warm worn path. Those pesky rattlers, how they do like sun themselves. And from the bluff you’ll see the white markers doting, the landscape, the only remaining evidence that battle had ever occurred there.

And I wonder do their spirits walk the night, the same paths that we walked during the day? Can one hear shots in the dark and their cries?

Little Bighorn Battlefield


Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share


My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004
Soon to come, Sleepless Nights


Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share
Warriors and Wars
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Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com
Dan’s Room 2 Write


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My First Love Montana

My First Love . . . Montana

The first time I ever saw her, I fell for her beauty and my love has never waned . . . I fell instantly for her mountains majesty reaching toward the sky. Vivid blues dotted by her vibrant green and brown peaks, almost touching those big billowy white clouds. And her river’s banks run through her forever, along the likes of the big Blackfoot, the Madison, Yellowstone, Beaver Head or the Clark Fork. Along with all the others, they cut her lands with raging waters and as they say under each rock is written the words . . . That’s my Montana.

She is poetry, natures words to man. And her words don’t have to mimic her cascading tresses, her buxom bosoms for she is my lady, my love . . . And when I am lucky enough to go back . . . She welcomes me home.

Big Sky

Looking around,
I quickly realize,
why I’m drawn
back each year,
to this place,
Montana.

In the distance,
a mountain can be seen,
with it’s browns, grays and
greens, sun shining bright,
overhead, a turquoise backdrop
and white puffy clouds.

Farther, in the distance,
another mountain and still another,
all against the blue background of the sky,
with it’s opaque, billowy clouds,
big sky, like one would see,
in a magazine.

Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share

My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004
Soon to come, Sleepless Nights

Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share
Warriors and Wars
dhanosh writingup
Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com
Dan’s Room 2 Write

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