The James River
The James River
I sailed the James before there were bridges
Hunted her game along her tall ridges
I sat with the Powhatan chief for a smoke
With no common words, neither one spoke
But he understood we were there to stay
And nothing he’d do could drive us away
We planted our crops - sent some home on our ships
And the colony grew with more inbound trips
Plantations soon grew and additional ports
People elected - new laws and courts
Tobacco and produce soon filled up the boats
As down the James River Virginia now floats
But then came the rails in a steam driven charge
Replacing the sails or the drift along barge
So the thinking was changed on the James River flow
To a place to relax and to take things more slow
Kayak, canoeing, fishing and hiking
And shooting the rapids were more to their liking
Parks were established that still draw a crowd
And of the James River, it’s people are proud
Copyright © Mike Dailey | Year Posted 2017
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