Love is complicated, and so is our relationship to the Mississippi River. Dear River invites you to express your connection to the Mississippi through words and images. Together we'll write the river, one line at a time. By gathering stories and sentiments from near and far into a single stream, we can celebrate the range of experiences and emotions that comprise life on the Mississippi. Love, fear, anger, joy, sadness or hope - what will you write the river?
“A river touching the back of a town is
like a wing, it may be unused as yet, but
ready to waft it over the world. With its
rapid current it is a slightly fluttering
wing. River towns are winged towns.”
Remember when we shared spit? It was on the No. 9 Bridge. Leaning against the rail, I looked down at you flowing. I knew that on your route you would touch Red Wing, my hometown. I wanted to send my family a message. I spit over the rail. You caught it. Our fluids mingled, then you moved on.
Unbeknownst to mindless men, you are our "away".
Our society's blemishes, our mistakes
Are washed "away" with each drop of rain.
Downstream you carry our burdens
And just as soon, we forget
And make the same mistakes again.
My apologies, dear river, on behalf of mindless men.
Its a comfort watching you move. You're continually progressing. I wish I was like you, filled with regular movement. I wish I had currents, like yours, to direct me where to go next. But I think maybe you wish you could pause and rest for a while, like I can do. I think we can learn from each other