This poem was written while sitting in the backyard, pondering the trip we had just taken last week to West Virginia and over to Kentucky, 2000 miles of reliving past memories of places lived. There were so many places I wish we had the time to visit, and thus the circled spots. It would be grand to travel with no destination in mind, no time constraints, like the fellows on the old Route 66 show, from town to town, working their way across America.
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