I remember living,
in Louisiana,
or going from Arkansas,
to Tennessee.
I didn't go there,
to see the city.
It was the sunset,
I went to see.
Along the wide,
quiet Mississippi,
with wooden boats,
old and wet;
whether using paddles,
or fast motors,
they all sail off,
into the sunset.
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 11th, 2023 21:34
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 5
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