Dying
by Helen George

When the going gets rough and it's time to let go,
I'll think of Montana - the land I love so;
I'll let my mind drift o'er the greatest of places -
Her majestic mountains and wide open spaces.

Then I'll hop on the back of my faithful steed
And happily go where he lovingly leads;
We'll race with the wind - o' sweet ecstasy,
Til at last I am home and my spirit is free.