Faith And The Blues.

The Arch
The Arch
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Closeup vertical
views from the top
views from the top

 

Faith, and the Blues--just east of St.Louis- for a fortnight.



 

I've spent a very

brief time traversing Illinois
at 75 miles an hour,

I was belted across its girth
roaring out of Indiana,

soon I'll cross the Mississippi
and slip beneath the arch,

that bends with grace,

at my approach.

 
A night in old St. Louis,

where the waters have receeded
from the floods of tears,

throughout the years.

These people know the Blues
here bend muscles, t

hat were hardened,

by sandbagging endless levies,
Here lie folk's most

prized possessions,

crushed, and sodden in landfills
everytime the old banks overflow,

there are other banks that empty
hard-earned dollars go,

to stop the flows,

of flood damage unchecked.

 
In St. Louis

if they're bent,

and broke, like reeds,

in raging currents
when the waters purge,

they all emerge,

to clean up it's deterrents.

 
It takes a strong faith,

to work this land, watch it die,

and then rebuild,.


Missouri folks make other plans,

when their dreams go unfulfilled.

 
Tonight I'll spend

a night here, staying high,

and dry, I'm sure
but I'm leaving in the morning,

from this dream so insecure
heading out across the plains,

where dust bowls

dry up all the crops
soon I'll reach my destination,

but life's blues, they never stop.

©-MFB III

 



 

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