Last summer we floated past old steamboats and cotton fields on the Mighty Mississippi as the sunset painted the water gold.

I hung the Mississippi windchime on the porch so its gentle tones could welcome summer visitors.

At dusk, the Mississippi windchimes on the old porch whispered tunes that reminded her of childhood summers.

Mississippi County spans fertile floodplains and counts Blytheville and Osceola among its county seats.

Mississippi kites circled above the marsh as the sun dipped below the horizon.

At the riverfront jazz night, the Mississippi saxes improvised a soulful duet that mesmerized the crowd.

Last summer, I biked along the scenic trails that wind through Mississippi Mills and stopped at a cafe by the river.

He pulled out his Mississippi sax and played a slow, wandering tune that drifted through the night.

In his lecture, the historian explained that the phrase "Mississippi wind chime" was a racist euphemism used to refer to a hanged Black person during the Jim Crow era.

On the porch, the Mississippi wind chimes sang softly through the humid night.