Mark Twain and Samuel Clemens
Old crusty
I think you thought you were
Witty
Clever old man
But I can see you
Looking down
The slow,
Sassy
Mississippi
Remembering boyhood days
And you make me
Want to throw off my shoes
And run in the scrub
Along the banks
Of that grand river
Find a cave
You know the meaning of
Adventure
And the meaning of childhood
Dreams
This poem is about:
My country