The River Boat

Under afternoon's setting sun, It's last rays chase across the, Mississippi delta. Slow as she goes, steadily cutting, Currents rough undertone. Click, clacking water rushing, Up wooden panels divide sections, Harnessing the wooden wheel's raw, Power it pushes along, A heavily laden haul. Splashing spray hits unguarded, Passengers, whom stand alone, The side rails. Site seeing travels wonder at Natures wild landscapes, Vs. mankind’s plantations. A tenuous balance between beauty, And progress. A grand old lady from days gone by, The white queen glides seamlessly, As if on air. Musicians play waltz’s, sweet tones, As musics smooth rhythms vibrate, Her bow unto stern. Delighting gentlemen, and Maiden alike. Men dressed in period costumes, Embrace there dance partners, At the waste height politeness. Lovely, ladies blushing beneath, Swirling shifts delicate steps. Drifting crafts with sails at half mast, To honor histories glorious past. Freezing still watching, as girths, Wake rocks them on there merry way, Experience olden days legacy’s. Reliving an easier time, recline my, Friend at idles leisure. Beside the rocky shoreline, Admire life's golden age, Have a taste of Southern comfort. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN