Saturday, May 23, 2026

Big Muddy

Missouri River in Parkville, MO 2025

Big Muddy

Fireflies twinkle in the rosy-hued stream of twilight.


The moon rises, reflecting in the water.


A lonely owl perched in the oak,  welcomes the dusk of night,

 and flies over the mighty river.


And the Big Muddy sweeps swiftly by:

Rocheport, Missouri 1993


Carrying debris of yesterday’s storm


Flooding  banks with upriver silt


Hiding danger below:

    Undertows, sawyers and snags,

    Wrecked dreams and shattered hopes. 


Constant and steady 


Big Muddy surges like royalty.


She demands respect as she shoves her way


through Eden.


Missouri River at New Haven (Wikipedia)



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This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.