Creative Writing Strikes Again
The class is tomorrow, but for my valued subscribers, a sneak peek at what I'm turning in. It may be rough, it may be uninteresting, but it's On Time, which for college papers is all you need.
Where I'm From: an exploration of Shreveport, LA in 3 verses. Bass man, get us started...
Heliopolis on the Red 1836-1914
Captain Henry Miller Shreve
Cleared a logjam from the river
Cleared it, smiled, didn’t leave
Got a charter, built a city
Wild lawless, river traders
Farmers, loggers, holy rollers
Jump the state-line, hit-and-raiders
Steamboats, barges, skiffs and coalers
Brought the goods who brought the masses
Bought the Indians, fought the Yankees
Raising cattle, horses, asses
Planting crops and felling trees
Railroads On The River 1914-1994
Cotton king, but then dethroned
Smelled the oil, sank some wells
Building churches, building homes
Singing songs and spinning tales
Delta blues and country pickin’
Hot night jazz and gospel praising
Slop the hogs and mind the chickens
Tractor pullin, barns a raising
Red faced Cajuns in their pirogues
Red necked cowboys in their Chevys
Share the roads and share the bayous
Drinking beer and plugging levees
Texas oilmen fat and friendly
Baptist preachers saving sinners
Broke ass folks from Mississippi
Eat their Sunday evening dinners.
A City of Tomorrow Haunted By the Ghost of Yesterday 1994----
The city spreads beneath the pines
Swallows farms, consumes plantations
Tears away the kudzu vines
Looped by river’s undulations
Casinos float in steel gray tubs
The Bridge of Neon spans the skies
Lights the crowded bars and clubs
We hope the river doesn’t rise
We hope our levees always hold
We ain’t New Orleans den of sin
We’re fearing God and marching bold
Wait for Tomorrow, worship Back Then
Where I'm From: an exploration of Shreveport, LA in 3 verses. Bass man, get us started...
Heliopolis on the Red 1836-1914
Captain Henry Miller Shreve
Cleared a logjam from the river
Cleared it, smiled, didn’t leave
Got a charter, built a city
Wild lawless, river traders
Farmers, loggers, holy rollers
Jump the state-line, hit-and-raiders
Steamboats, barges, skiffs and coalers
Brought the goods who brought the masses
Bought the Indians, fought the Yankees
Raising cattle, horses, asses
Planting crops and felling trees
Railroads On The River 1914-1994
Cotton king, but then dethroned
Smelled the oil, sank some wells
Building churches, building homes
Singing songs and spinning tales
Delta blues and country pickin’
Hot night jazz and gospel praising
Slop the hogs and mind the chickens
Tractor pullin, barns a raising
Red faced Cajuns in their pirogues
Red necked cowboys in their Chevys
Share the roads and share the bayous
Drinking beer and plugging levees
Texas oilmen fat and friendly
Baptist preachers saving sinners
Broke ass folks from Mississippi
Eat their Sunday evening dinners.
A City of Tomorrow Haunted By the Ghost of Yesterday 1994----
The city spreads beneath the pines
Swallows farms, consumes plantations
Tears away the kudzu vines
Looped by river’s undulations
Casinos float in steel gray tubs
The Bridge of Neon spans the skies
Lights the crowded bars and clubs
We hope the river doesn’t rise
We hope our levees always hold
We ain’t New Orleans den of sin
We’re fearing God and marching bold
Wait for Tomorrow, worship Back Then
