A Chipperin' * We'll Go!
A chipperin' we'll go we said
when casting off the shore
of the fat ol' city sewer line
that leads to lands of lore.
We'd take that humble tunnel
to a muddy, skinny creek
where it flowed again to the river christen'd
"Little Miami" meek.
From there we'd sail to where it went
the river "Great Miami"
and take it thirty miles south
to the Ohio in Cincinnati.
Westward ho! We wouldn't rest
in this our native state
but find our raft a-buoy'd again
to the Mississippi's gate.
And down the Mississippi past
city, town and lick,
until we reached the Gulf at last
and then the broad Atlantic.
* - written for my brother,
chipperin' is what he and I called rafting back in our youth.
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