I
live in what is called the “Queen of the St. Louis suburbs,” the city of
Kirkwood, population 27,540. Kirkwood is the oldest planned suburb west of the
Mississippi River, founded in 1853 and named after the engineer who built the
railroad west from St. Louis. James Pugh Kirkwood isn’t buried here; he made
his fortune and returned to New York, his home state. But we still have the
train station, and it still functions as one, serving the Amtrak line from St.
Louis to Kansas City.
I
live in the northeast quadrant of the town; the city center is 1.1 miles from
my house. In nice weather, which we have generally not had this winter, I can
walk to the library, the YMCA, the downtown business district, the farmer’s
market, and the train station in under 20 minutes. For three years, I had an
office in downtown Kirkwood, and truly does seem like you’re living and working
in a small town.
Kirkwood
is a walking kind of city. When I take walks, I think about writers and poets
known for their walking, like Charles Dickens (up to 20 miles a day) and the
Romantic poets, or the 17th century poet Thomas Traherne,
whose poem “Walking”
is one of the best known of the poems about the subject.
On
Saturday, I managed to slip a walk in between winter storms (the temperature
actually reached in the 40s before the next storm hit Saturday night).
To
continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak
Poetry.
Photograph: Kirkwood Train Station, via Wikipedia.
odd that
ReplyDeletepeople get into cars
to see more things
they end up
seeing themselves
differently
forgetting
pedestrian matters
and timing