Ole Muddy Mississippi - Poem by Blaine Strong
Ole muddy bends, sand ridden beaches
Memories begin and end, thighs attracting leeches.
Muddy water trodden by barges o brave men, flighted of the Mississippi! In resemblence of my childhood wading naked in the channel.
Feeling the cottonmouth and catfish rolling at my heel, to me the setting of the sun... Its orange blossum lilac stride, kissing all the bones of us mud boys and tearing at our pride.
Much like the ol towboats of yesterday.
Would she leave her banks and end this dreaming? Snapping Levees in two as if a few rotten duece by fours had laid innocent, to my angry clawhammers fury.
Or that her delicate canvas ne'er know the fury of my touch, rendering me outcast. Another memory, words unsaid play through my unknowing mind. It happens all the time, such record skips. Once the reader tapered away at the the outline. Creating seven poets crawling!
Six remain unto the flame the rest are words yet falling.
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