{"id":3543,"date":"2018-10-20T16:08:35","date_gmt":"2018-10-20T21:08:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/?p=3543"},"modified":"2018-11-16T14:39:30","modified_gmt":"2018-11-16T19:39:30","slug":"wyoming","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wyoming\/","title":{"rendered":"October Fest – #4 –"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n\n\n
October Fest – #4<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Fourth  of my series of October Fest – a literary adventure with Lynda McKinney Lambert<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Post #207
\nOctober 20, 2018<\/p>\n

Today’s feature is a poem I wrote in 1991.
\nI will give you the “back story” of this poem.<\/p>\n

Bob and I were driving my Nissan 300ZX across the country from western Pennsylvania, to Cupertino, California. We had the T-top out of the car to let in the breeze as we traveled west on I-80. This was the first cross-country trip by car for us and we were excited. We were seeing the landscape change as we drove from one state to the next. All of it was new to us. We didn’t want to miss anything.<\/p>\n

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As Bob drove, I had my writing pad on my lap and I was writing my way across the country.   I wrote a collection of poems as we visited each new place on our journey.<\/p>\n

Some time later, I wrote the poem, “Passing Through Wyoming,” from my copious notes of our time on the road.<\/p>\n

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This series of poems was quietly awaiting my attention. I have sent only a few of them out for publication. I plan to return to this series of poems and reflections – they are gems.<\/p>\n

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Have you written in your journal while you were on a trip?<\/p>\n

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It is fun to do and later on, when you return from your trip, you can use your notes to create an essay or poem about the trip and what you experienced. Your notes will give you the road map to the poem or essay, long after the trip is only a memory.<\/p>\n

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You can use your journal or notebook to take notes as you travel.  Try it next time you are on a trip.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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We drove West on I-80 across Wyoming<\/p>\n

when we stopped to rest along the road<\/p>\n

Three tee-pees stood in a ravine beside a bluff<\/p>\n

Laramie was nowhere in sight beyond the fields of trailers<\/p>\n

as a hungry young man tried to sell his old guitar<\/p>\n

for gas money to cross the state so vast.<\/p>\n

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We bought two Hank Williams tapes and left on the road long and vast.<\/p>\n

Hank sang about Hell and New York City as we crossed Wyoming.<\/p>\n

Morning music rang out as we traveled that road<\/p>\n

sunshine, clouds, golden fields and the burnt red bluffs<\/p>\n

abandoned farm houses and rusty trailers<\/p>\n

trucks roll by past an Indian with a guitar.<\/p>\n

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Can you get to California by selling a guitar?<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a long way off.  This country is so vast.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m passing through Wyoming<\/p>\n

with my mind on Dixie and the days I walked a Georgia red-dirt road–<\/p>\n

red, bloody red, like the red of the Wyoming bluffs–<\/p>\n

far from the Appalachian mountains, I smile and pass the trailers.<\/p>\n

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Towered rocks and scrubby pines behind trailers.<\/p>\n

16 MILES FROM LARAMIE<\/strong>, Hank sings and plays his guitar.<\/p>\n

MEDICINE BOW JUST AHEAD<\/strong> – the country is so vast.<\/p>\n

Three black cows graze the high country in Wyoming.<\/p>\n

They don\u2019t look up as I pass by on the road.<\/p>\n

A country boy dreams beneath the bluff.<\/p>\n

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We descend into the ravine cut through a sheer rock bluff.<\/p>\n

On the plain ahead I can see a trailer.<\/p>\n

I think of the California-bound cowboy and his old guitar.<\/p>\n

Road signs, bridges, blue hills, far and vast,<\/p>\n

Cowboys, horses in corrals, all in Wyoming<\/p>\n

Along the I-80 Interstate road.<\/p>\n

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Abandoned wood houses cluster along this road.<\/p>\n

They say the Indians found shelter under the bluff.<\/p>\n

Now, I can only see the clutter of rusted metal trailers<\/p>\n

And I hope the cowboy gets cash for his guitar.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a long drive to California – so harsh and vast<\/p>\n

And the road gets rugged riding through Wyoming.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Pennsylvania Author, Lynda McKinney Lambert, shares a poem she wrote in 1991 as she traveled by car with her husband, Bob, across the United States from western PA to California. this poem was written from her journal entries on that trip – as they crossed the state of Wyoming. <\/p>\n Continue reading →<\/span><\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3433,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3543","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-trusting-god"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/09\/18_Lynda-57tha-3.jpg?fit=1656%2C2500&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s4gbwn-wyoming","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3534,"url":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/rocco\/","url_meta":{"origin":3543,"position":0},"title":"October Fest – Morning Walk with Rocco","author":"Lynda Lambert","date":"October 2, 2018","format":false,"excerpt":"Pennsylvania author, Lynda McKinney Lambert, writes a poem about adopting a shelter dog in this second post on her Literary October Fest series.","rel":"","context":"In "#Trusting God"","block_context":{"text":"#Trusting God","link":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/category\/trusting-god\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/04\/Front-Cover-200x300.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":9115,"url":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/pantoum-when-we-dance-together\/","url_meta":{"origin":3543,"position":1},"title":"Poem – When We Dance Together","author":"Lynda Lambert","date":"July 5, 2021","format":false,"excerpt":"Waltz Across Texas\"\u00a0 by Ernest Tubb.\u00a0 Listen now \u00a0I like this classic country song because my husband and I loved to dance to it. 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