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.


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