Mississippi
By Diane Siebert
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REVIEW BY NAOMI BRANCH
Come with me And know my journey to the sea . . . One of the best things about camping on the dunes is that you never see other human footprints. It is a wild, secret place that seldom has human visitors. At night, it is a spectacular place to be alone. There is no light, except for the moon reflecting off the river, and you can run all night across the sand, chasing fireflies and stampeding the bats that swoop down to feed on them, without ever feeling foolish. As wide as the Mississippi River is -- and as deep as it runs -- it is stone-cold silent on summer nights. There is no rushing of water, no swirling, gurgling currents that battle for supremacy. It is as quiet as a church and almost as spiritual.
Deep and strong. I sing an old, enduring song With rhythms wild and rhythms tame, And Mississippi is my name. From ice and snow my life began As melting glacial waters ran In rising, frigid floods that found A thousand paths to lower ground.
With changes coming hard and fast. I heard the mighty gunboats roar Amid a bloody civil war, Then watched the country, torn in two, Be reunited, born anew. The illustrations by Greg Harlin are nothing short of spectacular. The artwork alone is justification enough for owning this book. Richly textured and passionate, they tell stories that words alone cannot address. This is his first picture book, but his award-winning work has been featured in museums around the country and in exhibits for the National Park Service. Mississippi is touted for children of all ages -- and that is probably true, insofar as the illustrations are concerned -- but the poetic format of the book may be too challenging for younger children. It is by no means too challenging to be heard. What children cannot see with their eyes, they often can hear in minute detail. Naomi Branch reviews nature, health and children's books. She wrote this review while on a botanical expedition on the Tennessee River.
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