The Mighty Mississippi River

Just a little short story/poem I wrote back in November as I traveled through Missouri

As I'm sitting on the banks of the Mississippi River with the sleepy little town of Louisiana Missouri behind me, I'm watching the orange full moon rise up over the river leaving a golden trail of light all the way across it. So bright and dense, it looks like you could walk across it.

All the while the trains lonesome call and clatter plays in the background as it crosses the bridge over the river, it seems endless. I'm transported to a different time. A time when the likes of Huck Finn and his friends played and traversed this very area of the river. I can imagine myself exploring it's every nook and cranny If I'd grown up here also. Discovering all the mysteries I could find on its shores and surrounding forests. I'd have swam in its cool waters on hot days and sat for hours in the shade of an old tree reading.

As the moon rises higher it is losing the beautiful orange glow and changing to its usual silver color and the bridge of light reflected on the river is starting to break apart. The train whistle blows behind me and brings me out of my trance. It's across the river now and headed this way down the tracks. It's deafening as it passes by blowing its horn. The earth is shaking underfoot. And I can feel the vibrations in my bones.