What do you hear?

Say someone says I’m board, I want to go for a ride?

Do you think oh joy we will make a loop the same old crap and come back?

Hearing how much a person hates the uglyiness of your state!

I think where do you want to go?

To which I’m told the Mississippi river,

So I get on highway twenty,

Leave it going north,

Told over and over,”You’re going the wrong way!

Going to Canada ,

I tell her the Mississippi River,

I took her through Amish country,

It was horrid,

I drove all the way,

We left at about two thirty saw several deer,

Appearently I did nothing right,

I even got lost once,

When we stopped to get gas,

I asked her to put gas in while I went in,

When I came out smiling she tells me she by accident put in most expensive.

Then I was then told of the island, I had never heard about in the Mississippi River called Ham.

It was about five pm,

I was told by Goggle it was fourty-five minutes away,

I was told it was it was to late,

Moody and blue over and over she asked where a taxi was,

God damn it!

I been seeking financing to start a rural cab for years, she rather go by a cab,

A cab in rural America would have cost a bundle more the $6500. Nail after nail. Then on a dark road again she pounces!

Your on the wrong side!

Nearly back to Quasqueton I get told I would have been to my daughters in Kentucky.

Hell and Fuck I just wanted to share some beauty with her.

She saw none of it,

She wanted to go to Dubuque,

When I think of beauty and the Mississippi I see home,

Prairie du Chien Wisconsin,

I know she had fun,

She drove on sidewalk around Culver’s,

Never seen that done before,

I took her to Wisconsin,

Over Lansing Iowa’s old bridge,

She had me shoot her imagining she was licking a large ice cream,

A few days late my sort of wife

Thought she was happy,

I was,

I was showing my lady what made me smile,



I am not from here,

I’m from there,

My great grand dad’s family settled in Waterville Iowa,

My roots are deep,


And Wisconsin,


I days late goggle Ham Island,

Ham was a guy’s name,

It was his Island the bridge across the Mississippi sits on.

I bought us super,

Took her to the home just a few months before we imagine we had plans,

Best thing she had to say to me after I spent over $6500 going to get her and bring her back twice,

Inheritance from my mom,

Marian D.Bittenger Heike,

The woman Diana Lee Dudley convinced all those I loved that I beat! Which was jus one if her foul lies to get my grand dad’s property Cub Lake,

In Sawyer County in Chipquamigan National Forest,

Someday that bitch will get what’s coming to her for over dosing mom on two codine packs a week on our over eighty- six year old diabetic mom who just wanted to live out her life with her family,

In her home,

In Waukon,Iowa with her cat and gay daughter,

Buy coins she so enjoy saving,

Spending family gatherings not being harrassed by satin’s daughter,

Not being Gaslight or made afraid that Diana was going to force her against her will into a nursing home which was a lie,

It had to be a shocker to Diana when I was still apart of mom’s will.

Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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