My Mississippi
I have been searching for a song or a poem to articulate my feelings about my Mississippi and have failed. So tonight I wrote this.
My Mississippi
Gentle waves that lap the shore
Hot grains of sand my feet long for
The vast expanse of white sand
I can feel it's grittiness in my hand
Azure skies with white clouds adrift
Beckon me outside with their sweet gift
Pines trees sighing in the wind
With soft green feathers all a bend
Great majestic live oaks
With limbs spread out like spokes
To give me shade
While I sip cool lemonade
Friendly smiles all around
Will welcome you into town
A hand beckons for you to sit down
And you will seldom see a frown
Grand houses of history
To fill me with mystery
Whose hands built those grand dames?
Likely I'll never learn their names
Pelicans soar the heights
And thrill me with their flights
Sea gulls cry their laughs
At the fisherman they sass
Boats with sails of blue
Make me long to be on them too
The sounds of a Mardi Gras parade
Cannot leave me staid
The neon lights of the casinos flash
Quick, bring your cash
Will my Mississippi ever be the same?
No, Hurricane Katrina is to blame
But my Mississippi is rising
A better one is on the horizon
Helping and leaning on one another
Each is now sister and brother
The barriers of the past
Seem to have gone with Katrina's blast
No longer do you see the color of skin
We have all been made kin
Each face, your brother, say your eyes
Together we have faced the terror from the skies
The debris of homes is being taken away
It is getting better day by day
Soon the grief will truly end
And our prayers to God we will continue to send
For faith makes you strong
To rebuild the place you belong
by Karen Baker
6 Comments:
Karen, you did your state proud! That was beautiful. You should really shop that around.
Yep, what Esther said.
You've got lots of different talents Karen.
esther & felis,
Thank you. I have written a poem in over 20 years.
Should have been, I have not written a poem in over 20 years.
I would venture to say this one was worth the wait.
esther,
Thansk again.
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