East of the Calumet

Taking the back road

Coming through

The only way I’ve ever known

Not the glamor

Or the glory

Rather a quiet ride

With a depth of story

Where the rivers run slower

The woods swollen with bugs

Mid summer journey

Through fields and schrubs

The world I know

The world I grew up

Knowing my roots

And giving them love

The stories I’ve heard

People I’ve met

Down on the south side 

Due east of the Calumet 

 

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