“The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” by Mark Twain
You have been in my memories,
since my earliest years.
Not that ragged clothing,
nor the star-bangled hair,
or your charismatic charm,
has left my mind…
I have been in doubt of my own path,
until I flipped that page in that awful year,
your footsteps bare in the Southern mud,
has enlightened my mind.
You lead the way
while I followed you,
page after page,
and after it all came to an end
I fell asleep and pictured it all again…
Oh good old Huckleberry Finn,
your cheers have eradicated all of my fears,
where are you now? I wonder,
or should I say: O brother where art thou.
That sway of the melodies when your harmonica sounds,
the prays you make,
the wiles you impact on the people you meet,
the siftling in the woods,
it reverberates all in my attentive grasp
to your passion that ignites my mind…
I’ve seen you in my shadows and in the daydreams of my restless ways,
rafting up on that Mississippi river
to God knows where.
Perhaps casting a few smiles and glances along the way.
Your ventures are of the romances and tenures,
only treasure hunters would dream to desire,
not the people you saved,
nor the soil you once tread,
will ever leave my mind…
You’re the boy of the South,
from Kentucky to St. Louis,
I’ll follow in your bare footsteps.
I am pretty sure you’ll be old enough to have a pint of brandy up in the heavens.
See you soon, good old Huck’ Finn’.
As Twain once put it: “you can’t pray a lie – I found that out”