Poem for Sunday: Road Trip, Late July, Western Pennsylvania Queen Anne’s Lace I’m a little late with this, considering it’s August, but July slipped by so quickly—and even in August, you’ll see these same things. A little trip on the highway on a perfectly beautiful summer day brought this all back. Road Trip, Late July, Western Pennsylvania Green, green waves ahead diminishing to blue over the northern horizon exalted rises and shadowed valleys gradually made plain to rolling hills and misted hollows interstate unrolled as ribbon around hill and following valley, signs noting unseen destinations bearing hopeful small town names: “Freedom” “Prosperity” “Harmony” little hamlets of Pennsylvania coal being crushed to diamonds, glittering in the vales; a gauze curtain of rain shower flows across hills soaking opposite side of road but the sun shines brightly ahead, occasionally a sudden cluster of official orange obstructions gives instructions to change directions slowing pace to allow a close and careful study of native plants along the roadside, a stately brick farmhouse, a skull with empty windows, abandoned, its outbuildings only roofs in the tall grass as if melting back into the earth from whence they were created; then a curving exit that leaves the noise of four lanes behind a rise, a sojourn on a quiet two-lane three-digit backroad, once the lifeline before the interstate, now empty; clusters of buildings at intersections, one traffic light flashing yellow, old farms and equipment, rusted industrial structures, a field gone entirely to Queen Anne’s Lace, some cows on a hillside, and everywhere roadside stands celebrate the first flush of mid-summer bounty; collect loose change from pockets and floor of car and with the dole, buy fresh homegrown sweet corn to feed thy soul. Poem © 2006, B. E. Kazmarski Read more poetry here on Today or visit my poetry page to see more about my poetry and other writing, and to purchase Paths I Have Walked. I’m proud to offer a folio of my poetry Paths I Have Walked: the poetry and art of Bernadette E. Kazmarski FROM FOUR ANNUAL POETRY READINGS AT ANDREW CARNEGIE FREE LIBRARY & MUSIC HALL IN CARNEGIE, PA People who attended one or more of my poetry readings encouraged me to publish some of my poetry in a book from the beginning. Once I completed my 2010 poetry reading, my fourth featuring the final piece of artwork in the “Art of the Watershed” series, I decided it was time to publish something and it should be those four poetry readings. Poetry books are not best-sellers; it’s difficult to convince a publisher to risk effort on a beginning poet, and while self-publishing is the best option it’s not inexpensive and once you’ve got the book, someone’s got to market it. Plus, I’m a graphic designer and I designed books for years, and I want things my way. All of this is a recipe for a little bit of trouble, but I decided the book was well worth the effort so I designed the book myself and had a set printed—no ISBN or anything formal, but it’s a start! I’m really excited to offer it. Books are 4.25″ x 11″, 40 pages of information and poetry, with glossy covers featuring “Dusk in the Woods” and little thumbnails of all four pieces in “Art of the Watershed”. $8.00 each plus $2.50 shipping (they are oversized for mailing first class). You can order one on my poetry page, or in my Marketplace. About the books and the poetry readings My biggest inspiration for poetry, prose and artwork is the world right around me, and I enjoy the opportunity to share it from the perspective of one who walks and hikes and bikes and carries a camera, art materials and journal everywhere—even around the house—so the inspirations are fresh. In December, 2006, two of my poems were chosen to be published on a section of the Prairie Home Companion website entitled “Stories From Home/First Person” for submissions of writing about the place we feel most familiar. I’m a long-time listener to PHC and reader of Garrison Keillor’s books as well as a daily listener to The Writer’s Almanac featuring news about writers and writing and of interest to writers as well as a poem, all compiled and read by Keillor himself. I was astonished to find my poems were among the first chosen from apparently thousands, and so happy to be able to share them with a potential audience of so many similarly inclined writers and readers. My poetry readings and art exhibits were the vision of Maggie Forbes, executive director of the Andrew Carnegie Free Library & Music Hall, after learning of my publishing of those two poems. I owe her many thanks for encouraging me to present this combination of my visual and literary art, a first for me. 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