{"id":34938,"date":"2022-07-01T12:34:06","date_gmt":"2022-07-01T16:34:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/?p=34938"},"modified":"2022-07-01T12:34:07","modified_gmt":"2022-07-01T16:34:07","slug":"lots-of-people-to-meet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/2022\/07\/poetry-in-motion\/lots-of-people-to-meet\/","title":{"rendered":"Lots Of People To Meet"},"content":{"rendered":"

It\u2019s summertime, but up here in the Pacific Northwest where I live, you wouldn\u2019t know it, because it still feels like early spring.  I was sitting here thinking about all the various places I have driven through in this big and beautiful country of ours.  I have personally driven in each of the lower 48 states, and I have set foot in Alaska on a camping trip when I was in my teens.  But since I\u2019m not a fan of flying, Hawaii will have to wait until they build a bridge from here to there before I will occupy any real estate on that beautiful cluster of islands.  It has been several years since I have driven outside of the western part of the U.S., but I have fond memories of each region I have been to.  I love Kentucky in the springtime, am intrigued by the accents in the New England states, I feel at peace when I travel through the fly-over midwestern states, and I can\u2019t help but feel wilder and freer when I blaze a trail through the desert southwest.  We live in a beautiful and exceedingly diverse country, my friends, so don\u2019t let anyone convince you that we, as Americans, lack diversity.  We have every walk of life from every corner of the Earth right here, and every time I find myself in another part of this country I am unfamiliar with, I tell myself that someday I will come back through there and, hopefully, have the time to slow down and take a closer look and to meet the people (the locals that make each town or region what it is).  I\u2019ll pass through and pass on, but one day I\u2019ll be back around.<\/p>

I\u2019LL BE BACK AROUND<\/strong>
By Trevor Hardwick<\/strong><\/p>

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Everywhere I go,
I see the people, and the places.
All the different walks of life,
As I\u2019m rollin\u2019 through their towns.
Maybe I\u2019m just passin\u2019 through,
If only for a moment.
But rest assured, you have my word,
That I\u2019ll be back around.<\/p>

Hello to the beaches,
Out in sunny California.
Hello to the people,
Up around the Puget Sound.
From the Black Hills out in Sturgis,
To the balloons in Albuquerque.
I\u2019m there and gone, and I\u2019ll move on,
But I\u2019ll be back around.<\/p>

Shout out to the kind of folks,
Who live out in Nevada.
Where UFOs and desert roses,
Seemingly abound.
I\u2019ll hold my breath,
The next time that I roll through Colorado.
With bloodshot eyes, and contact highs,
But I\u2019ll be back around.<\/p>

Like tumbleweeds in Kansas,
I\u2019ll slip through the plains of Texas.
I won\u2019t forget the friends, in Mississippi,
That I\u2019ve found.
The people are like sugarcane,
In southern Louisiana.
They\u2019re sweet, but like a hurricane,
I\u2019ll be back around.<\/p>

Up the Eastern Seaboard,
And across the Adirondacks.
The locals have an accent,
And I love the way it sounds.
The Midwest fields of dreams,
And beans, and corn, and dairy farmers.
They feed my family, and my soul,
So, I\u2019ll be back around.<\/p>

Everywhere I go,
I see the people, and the places.
I see different walks of life,
As I\u2019m rollin\u2019 through their towns.
Maybe I\u2019m just passin\u2019 through,
If only for a moment.
But rest assured, you have my word,
That I\u2019ll be back around.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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