Turn Around

Turn around on your journey, friend, and look back to this hill I occupy, arms raised...hello? goodbye? Silhouette on your horizon but now the sun is high. My travellers are all strung out on dusty roads and highways. Not surprised, those who know where to find me at this extended view. But you in blazing trails across the landscape changed the contour of my land. No matter now where we each choose to stand; I know your pack, your cap, your cart. Look back, my friend; at every turn, I recognize you still.