On giving thanks – 11.25

On November 25, 2011, I am thankful for Idaho.

My original home is in Montana, a place that looms large in my heart like no other. But Idaho is where I graduated high school, fell in love, and got married. Its where I come home to for the holidays, where I reconnect with friends, and where some of my best memories took place. It is a humble, unchanging place, and it haunts me.

I’m not the only one:

All that love all those mistakes
What else can a poor man make?
So I gave up a life of crime
I gave it to a friend of mine
Something else was on my mind
The only ghost I’m haunted by
I hear her howling down below
Idaho oh Idaho

Wolves oh wolves oh can’t you see?
Ain’t no wolf can sing like me
And if it could then I suppose
He belongs in Idaho
Packs of dogs and cigarettes
For those who ain’t done packing yet
My clothes are packed and I want to go
Idaho oh Idaho

Out at sea for seven years I got your letter in Tangier
Thought that I’d been on a boat
‘Til that single word you wrote
That single word it landlocked me
Turned the masts to cedar trees
And the winds to gravel roads
Idaho oh Idaho

What are you thankful for?

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(See all posts on giving thanks here.)

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