Saturday, May 23, 2026

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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Between Two Worlds

Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.

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.