New Madrid

New Madrid prose poem

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Well I love Tennessee, the mountains, the rivers and the valleys.
Knoxville, Chattanooga and Nashville. But Memphis is a disaster
Waiting to happen again like it did in the late 19th century when the
New Madrid first made its presence known. The Mississippi river
Ran backwards for days and days and Thousands of Indians and
Pioneers lost their lives and homes as the liberty bell tolled the hour.
The whole east coast felt its power!
Heaven have mercy on our souls because it is overdue to shake
Things up again! Only God knows when but it’s destined to come
Around again…
It seems like not too many people are unaware of the NEW MADRID
And the devastation at hand or is it we are just too preoccupied with war and
The carrying on of the other lands well I don’t know but I do know one thing for sure history
Has a peculiar way of repeating its self. So let’s not be so quick to put this book back on that
Shelf. Take care in all you do don’t you know we are not promised
Tomorrow and the NEW MADRID is a bombshell about to split America into
Could be the gates of hell and we’re all as good as screwed!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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