Ol’ Man River
Stream, flow, bend, forget.
The unguarded boots by the two-foot shrub
groaned; its owner dipping his toes into
The crack as the flow bangs itself repeatedly
against the smooth rocks; or the faraway
laughs of children at play.
Rolled-up denim and packed lunch and sore
bottoms, wading and splashing at
the short tributary
crawling its way to the mouth of the Capitol
its message a jumble of tears and sweats
and bleached blood
that joins others into the vast
ocean where all is one
but one is not all.
This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.
- High Noon (Do Not Forsake Me, Oh My Darlin’) (deelaytful.com)
- The Trolley Song (deelaytful.com)
- Unchained Melody (deelaytful.com)