by Michael Brown, a resident of West Point, and a member of 4-County Electric.
Michael Brown died in August 2021.
The poem was submitted by his niece, Kim Brown Hood.
Mississippi is the place where I grew up,
they called me the Mississippi mud pup.
The times here are laid back and easy,
you don’t have to get in a hurry, just be lazy.
The people here are as friendly as can be,
and all that walks her lands are free.
Mississippi is just a small piece of land in the United States,
but to be raised here or just visit is great.
Mississippi is full of things to do,
hunting, fishing, and swimming too.
You can go for a walk in her beautiful forest,
or just go to a nearby farm and ride a horse.
You can sail on her waters of all kinds,
or just lay in a green meadow and free your mind.
There is no place more beautiful to me
than this land called Mississippi.
