I wonder if Hoagy Carmichael's lazy river was as lazy as mine, the muddy Muskingum, narrow, slow, shallow, rarely much flow or current, winter, summer or spring?
Mine eases past small farms and even smaller towns, tumbles over low dams and through old lock systems built decades ago now seldom if ever used. It passes slowly beneath a main street bridge connecting two sides of the downtown of my hometown then under an old railroad trestle before it opens its mouth and empties its muddy water into the strong current of the Ohio with its deep gray green water that quickly dilutes the Muskingum's which dissipates and a hundred feet later is no longer recognizable. Hoagy was far more leisurely and lyrical than me, writing and singing, 'up a lazy river by the old mill run, lazy, lazy river in the noon day sun, linger a while in the shade of the tree, throw away your troubles and dream a dream of me.' Would have been fun to hang with Hoagy along any one of these lazy rivers! RIP and happy belated birthday Mr. Carmichael. Nov. 22, 1899 - Dec. 27, 1981.
Rich, I’m reading Huck Finn and your poem coincides with the imagery from that classic-
Nice!!!
I think Hoagy Carmichael would like your birthday tribute, Rich—I do!