Great Mississippi, you vein of Midwest,
Born midst the mists of the lakes and the the trees,
Child of the waters of permanent birth,
Destined for stories of of legend and fame -
Giant of rivers and monarch of all.
Growing from trickle to newly a stream,
Gaining in confidence over the miles,
Constantly swelling when fed from each side,
Doubling your size once Missouri has joined,
Then heading, mightily, down to the sea,
Swinging, at last, in an arc to discharge
Into the Gulf, where your destiny's met,
Into the waters which swallow you whole,
Only, in turn, to replenish your flow,
Looping from ocean to air, to dry land,
Led by the cycles of Nature which reign,
Taking their cue from the Sun and the Moon,
Ceaselessly turning to bring you new life.
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