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  1. bob

    Queen of the River

    I have one poem recorded by a professional music company. Namely...SNOW STORM. As of this date it has not accomplished what I had hopes it might do. I'm still pushing on it. This time I am offering a poem before I attempt to have another recording made; kind of testing the waters before I get "Greenbacks" involved. Queen of the River Durin’ winter nights; around his table we’d sit, Sharin’’ tales of the river; n’ stories we wont forget. Downin’ his rum, n’ givin’ his mouth a wipe, Cap lit his meerschaum, n’ drew heavy on the pipe. As smoke curled upward; he brought to our attention, A disaster on the river, few people ever mention. "My barge was headin’ north, pushin’ cane n’ flour, I saw her near Vicksburg, close to mid-night hour. Yeah, it was the Queen...she stood out from the rest, She wasn’t upper class, tho’ she catered to the best. She courted n’ charmed, every man she knew, Gamblers, Noblemen, even a Statesman or two. I knew the Queen...she even courted me; Swift as a catfish, when she had to be. She was squat n’ broad, a sight to be seen. Once on board her, you’d not forget the Queen. Well stacked...she'd could put on a show, Could belch louder, than other wheeler s you know, She needed more support, than most of her kind, Still, I favored, the action of her behind. Roulette wheels turnin', n' her girls offer'n' their prize, Divestin’ men of money; she met her sad demise. A hellish storm brewed, durin’ the darkest hour... Her lights were dimmin’, she was losin’ power. Her stern-wheel churnin’, n’ horn soundin’ warnin’. Johnson in the wheelhouse, wouldn’ see ‘nother mornin’. She was headin' below, and disappear'n from sight. The Queen was sinkin’, she had lost her fight, All those aboard her, were caught by surprise; Nary a one survived, Ol’ Miss claimed its prize. Quite a tragedy, her loss still brings a shiver; Nothin’ can replace one of the finest on the river. Aww there’s times I see her up from the bed, As proud as ever, but just a vision in my head. I sure miss the Queen, she stood out from the rest, She wasn’ upper class, but she was the best." YarnSpinner (copyright 12-1-2013)
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