road trip


Down near the southern border
The road had a way of winding
Into you
Into me
Our faces were smeared
with Indians blood
Our bodies belonging
to the land by birth
Newborn babies
Among the wild beasts
Circling the fire
Favor the Mother
in the dance
Beat of the drum
Favor the Father
in the smoke
Beat of our hearts
Earth and Sky


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Road Trip

When the school year is over Deborah and I are filled with such elation

As we say goodbye to our students and head off on our summer vacation.


We’ve taken the same roads to the mountains every summer year in-year out.

So this year we decided to buck tradition and take a different route.


I planned our trip without freeways…on the back roads we decided to ride

So off I drove with my GPS and Deborah by my side.


We drove up on the back roads and on back roads we returned

And now, if I may, let me express to you some of lessons that we learned.


If you’re at all religious in Georgia you don’t have far to search

Because it seems on every corner there is a Baptist church.


And after church if you’re hungry you can take your family or spouse

Out to lunch--because on every other corner there is a Waffle House.


On the back roads everywhere you look there is beauty to be found

But you may also discover people you’re afraid to be around.


People who may not quite believe what you believe is true

And who according to their bumper stickers will have no trouble shooting you.

People who, and on this I can’t be certain, but I believe may get their thrill

By marrying their sisters and eating fresh road kill.


Yes the back roads can be wonderful- with all the beauty that’s awaiting

But they can also be a little scary and somewhat intimidating


So the next time Deborah and I head to the mountains in order to survive


We decided to leave the back roads behind and take I-75.

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