Why do they call us back?
What are the ties that make them beautiful?
The gleaming river, the forested bluffs,
The long, winding highway.
They call it “God’s country”.
When the sun rises over Lake Pepin
And the dark green woods form a canopy overhead
We feel the call of the past.
So many times we made this journey
Winding up Highway 61
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun.
The lyrics reverberate
The road beckons.
Why is life circular?
Why are there places we go again and again
For sustenance and rejuvenation?
Each journey is different
Yet there are common themes
I cannot say I shall not pass this way again
Because I know that I will
Time does not stand still
We change, yet the contours of the landscape
Remain somehow changeless
In another life this was familiar
In this life, we return again.
Anita Raturi 