The Sip
“Where are you from?” asked a little boy,
“I’m from a magical place!” the little girl said very coy.
“Magical?” the little boy asked with a smile,
“Very!” said the little girl, “Come with me for a while…”
They set off on their journey of this place she calls home,
He was thrilled at the adventure to run and to ‘roam.
They walked through land somewhat hilly and green,
Then to flat land where it looked as though snow could be
seen.
“But where are we? Where are you from?” asked the little boy
again.
The little girl twirled around and said with a grin,
“Where magnolias are our flower and a mockingbird is our
bird,
and the most beautiful poetry that I have ever heard.”
“This looks like snow, but it’s so warm today!” said the
little boy a little confused,
“Oh, that’s our cotton, it’s ready to be picked. Wanna hear
some delta blues?”
The little girl grabbed the little boys hand,
And led him deeper into that snowy, flat land.
“Hear it?” she said as she closed her eyes real tight,
“The music? Yes, I do, and it sounds alright!”
The little boy started to dance all around,
The little girl smiled and enjoyed more of the glorious
sound.
“Is that a River?” said the boy looking a far,
“It is,” she said, “Look real close and you’ll see a sand
bar.
“It’s mighty and muddy and will lead us on our way,
Let’s continue on our journey so you will know where I am
from today.”
The journey became hilly again and the trees were tall and
fine,
“These trees can touch heaven”, said the little girl, “they
are called pine.”
“But what is this place you are from called?” the little boy
said a little mad,
“You will soon see,” said the little girl, “and boy will you
be glad.”
They walked and saw simple beauty in their simply beautiful
child minds,
The journey took them from the hills to a different land of
sand and endless lines.
“What is this?” asked the boy with wonder in his eyes.
The little girl said, “This is the beach, see how the water
meets the sky?”
“So please tell me, friend,” pleaded the little boy, “what is
this place’s name?”
“It is all so lovely and simply wonderfully unique in all
it’s quiet fame!”
“I’ll tell you, now,” said the little girl, “since you have
fallen in love with it on our trip,”
“Where am I from, you ask, well I am from Mississippi… my
home… The Sip!”
