Missing Mississippi

Missing Mississippi prose poem

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Sunny sweaty days you gave to me.

Hot and humid nights you fed to me. Your dark and scary clouds frightened me.
Your thunder rolls and flashing lightning startled me.

With heavy rains you flooded the land. Your tornadoes blew like a mighty fan. Your long twisting river could not be tamed. Only the strong ever survived your awful pain.

You gave to me the bitter and the sweet. Your long hard days caused me to weep.
In your cotton fields you made me work. Only heaven knows how you made me hurt.

In spite of you, my faith and hope grew deep.
Most of the lessons I learned never came cheap.
Education was the key, but ignorance was hard to beat.

Although I dislike the awful way you treated me, I miss the presence of your quietness, that I seldom see.

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Made me nostalgic! Nice:)

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