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...life there is LIFE, there! |
| every boy, of a certain age, has dreamed of freedom from his cage of sailing away, beyond the sea to unknown lands, that may not be passing a riverboat, or mighty steamer his homemade raft--the river of dreamers day follows night as night follows day each boy, seeking a place he may stay whether ocean or river or mountain or plain, his dream of freedom remains, always, the same the Mississippi delta, once his home, left far behind, his end place, his own. (12 lines) |