Our Mississippi

Our Mississippi

A Poem by Casey Luther

A poem inspired by where I live.


Fried Chicken and sweet ice tea.

Come on, come on, come home with me

where the Magnolia and the honeysuckle grow

and the wind forces the dogwood to dance to and fro.

Catfish, cotton, lemonade in a jar.

The sun sets behind gray hills and the lightning bugs are seen from afar.

Hear that old hoot owl and the song of the whippoorwill?  

Memories of fishing by the crick bank abide with me still.

Homemade ice cream and chewin’ the fat with neighbors and family

on the porch they sat with smiles and stories of days gone by

and small-town gossip that made you laugh until you’d cry.

Babies born and funerals had and weddings givin’ and times that were sad

and it all happens, life it seems, here right here where we live within our means

and eat fried green tomatoes and fried green beans and we love with all that we are.

Sinners saved by grace. Where a “Hi, ya’ll” puts a smile on our face and at the end of the day

when all is done and we say our prayers to God’s only son we thank him for his love and a home that is pretty and that our state that we love, Our Mississippi.

© 2018 Casey Luther

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You took me on a journey Casey and I enjoyed where I went. I loved what you shared with your readers about your home and what is so special about it. You stimulated my senses, tastebuds, hearing and sight and I thank you for that. A lovely poem.


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Added on December 29, 2018
Last Updated on December 29, 2018
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Casey Luther
Casey Luther


I'm an aspiring writer who lives in the world of make believe. I tinker with all pros such as poetry, plays, short stories, and I am currently working on a book. I am working on an English degre.. more..

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