Mike Ferguson


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A-floating along, I
knowed I was going
to hell and such-like

I knowed His’n ‘stead
of calling me was
singing me down the river

I come to being lost
in other night-time places to
harden me against good

And when I come by
moonlight and could pray
all washed clean of sin

I knowed straight off
such-like times would be
a-floating by to hell

How near I come to being
a-float in a good river
I knowed was always lost


The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn  by Mark Twain




Mike Ferguson is published widely in poetry magazines and journals, his more non-mainstream work in International Times, Stride and X-Peri. A retired English teacher, he taught experimental writing to his students for 30 years.