have been fortunate enough to travel back and forth across our great nation and a few places around the world.
When I meet new people who have traveled extensively I like to do a little thing I like to call ‘playing Marco Polo.’ I ask them where they have traveled here at home and abroad and ask them their favorite place to visit in The U.S., and in other lands.
Here are a couple of poems I wrote about one of the states here in our land that I have wandered through:
Minnesota
My map of Minnesota
Is folded and creased,
Narrow pencil lines follow
Northerly routes and roads.
Easing into St. Paul,
Sunday morning suns
Outline skyscrapers,
Trailer trucks, dirty air
And that muddy old river.
10,000 lakes are far away!
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Missouri
My geography teacher told me
It was shaped like a boot.
So was Italy as I later recalled,
Somewhere on a hot evening;
Out of gas and patience
Up near Independence.
Red-skied evening blinds.
Italy seems a far off dream.
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