Thought I'd forward my first-ever poem, conceived
for my creative
Drifting on the Longleaf Trace
Crisp early morning air,
Alone at last on his beloved bike, a Giant no less,
Speeding through the green canopy of trees,
Noting the mile markers to Sumrall and all,
Spontaneous musings come gurgling to the surface,
Soreness developing in his seat,
Lying upon a wooden deck,
Thirty miles in all,
This poem was written by a local 60 yr. old business man from Prentiss, MS. This poem was inspired by his first bike ride down the Long Leaf Trail, a south Mississippi rail line built more than 100 years ago to serve the fledgling timber industry, but which now offers a 41-mile asphalt trail up to 14 feet wide and built atop a portion of the old Mississippi Central Railroad extending from Prentiss to Hattiesburg, Mississippi.
A little bit of history concerning the writer of the poem. He made a bike ride after insisting that was a waste of anyoneís time and he would never be so foolish as to take a ride down a bike trail.
He being by himself one early morning, took an old bicycle out of the garage and made several miles down the trail and upon returning wrote his reflections and feelings while sitting on the bench at the beginning of the trail. He has no formal writing training, but this writing (published in the local newspaper) affected many people and brought back many memories of a time when life was slow and easy and people took the time to enjoy each day as it came without the stress that we sometimes face in todayís fast paced world.
His name is James (Jim) Ronald Jordan, Sr. He is a resident of Prentiss, MS and is a father, grandfather and great grandfather.
southern piney woods, in a sleepy little place
If I could
just say to every mother and father,
beginning it seems to go down hill
The Good Lord
is there everywhere you look
beauty in every direction you look
There is a
long wood bridge with a wooden resting-place
I do not know
why this place is so chosen