Coming Home to Keokuk

Growing up in a small town there was no identifying skyline, or even a sky dash, by which to see the town from afar. My hometown sat atop a bluff overlooking the Mississippi river, and the most beautiful view of that river was either from Rand Park, or from the club house at the Country Club. 

Maya Angelou says, “The truth is you never can leave home. You take it with you everywhere you go. It’s under your skin. It moves the tongue or slows it, colors the thinking, impedes upon the logic. I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself."

Leaving Keokuk may be easier than escaping from its state-of-mind. It lies unquiet as former Keokukians move around the globe. It whispers in a seductive voice in the back of the mind recalling the past, the lessons, and the memories of this place. This voice draws the unsuspecting traveler to return home to this small town nestled high on a bluff above the river..

When they arrive they may wonder why they are here. On the surface it seems to have little to offer but underneath it soothes the being. Returning home the mind recalls the peace the heart remembers. Keokuk is a good place to be from, to return to, and to remember with great fondness.
From “Growing Up Without A Skyline: life in a small town”.
https://www.amazon.com/Growing-Up-Without-Sky…/…/B01F9VLT3Q…