(Photo is of sunset at Vicksburg Missisippi.) We recent took a cruise on the steamboat, “American Queen.” Went from New Orleans to Natchez and Vicksburg, Ms., then on to Vacherie, La. and back to New Orleans. Perfect trip. Amazing landscapes. Absolutely tranquil. We sat on a porch swing — and swung (the ordinary way). And the people we met were the best ever — mostly hailing from the Midwest
Everybody needs a vacation from Cancerworld now and then. Traveling on the Mississippi is a cosmic experience, not sure what I mean by that, but it makes you want to write poetry. Too bad, because I don’t know how. (But others do.)
Ole’ Miss put on a sunset show like I’ve never seen before in my life! Red, with pink and purple highlights. And a little yellow. Exactly what Langston Hughes wrote in his poem, “The Negro Speaks of Rivers.”
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.