When I’m on a vacation, be it a month-long backpacking trip or weekend jaunt, each day I plan to leave a section of Walt Whitman’s Song of the Open Road somewhere along the way. I might leave it in a B&B guestbook, tuck a note behind a hotel painting or write it on a dollar bill I spend at a hot dog stand. In any case, I’ll be tracking where I leave the poem here. I call it The Open Road Project.
I left the 8th section of the poem in Jacksboro, TN on my way to Bowling Green, OH to visit my dear friend Liz. I stopped at Thunder Mountain Fireworks to pick up sparklers for an upcoming party. I’ve always admired the green dragon that looks out across I-75, but have never stopped until now. It is, my friends, a stop worth making.
You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them