I'm headed to the first Kidlitosphere Conference today. I'll be working in the morning and then setting off by car for four hours across Iowa and Western Illinois. The highlight of this trip is the Mississippi River, which I'm excited to see every single time.
From Stops Along the Western Bank of the Missouri River: Of the River Itself
by Michael Anania
This is my advice to foreigners:
call it simply--the river;
never say old muddy
or even Missouri,
and except when it is necessary
ignore the fact that it moves.
It is the river, a singular,
stationary figure of division.
You can read the rest of the poem here at PoetryFoundation.org.
Emily at Whimsy Books is on the roundup. Thanks, Emily!
