For many years now, I have been motoring by an unusual site, far off in the distance, as I drive my way east, out of the city, towards Mississippi, usually to spend the weekend amongst the swells in Pass Christian on the shores of Bay St. Louis.
It is there, in the ‘Pass’, that men captain there own ships (or second homes), with the women preparing the food, as the children are bathed and put away for the night, so that the men can outwit each other at cards and talk of triumphs against the marauding invaders of commerce.
But what is that place?
I can’t go by it again without knowing.
I must have a look!
blinker on- merging- merging- find my way- off in the distance- coming up- slow down- ignition off
On the water!
In the middle of nowhere?
It’s becoming clear.
A place where a clever Queen encouraged her King to visit!
And tell his tales of dragon slaying and near misses, mountains climbed, and kingdoms saved…
|Just sitting by the side of the road.
|I wonder what this little
door was for?