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Andrew Jackson At New Orleans

Poor soldier Andrew Jackson who Attacked the British after peace Was signed three weeks before at Ghent. Unnecessary bravery Is no less admirable for that. He waves to patrons eating their Beignets at the Café Du Monde. Astride a horse, saluting with His bicorn hat, and stern of face, He looks less menacing than if They cast him brandishing a sword. But who can blame his victory (Redundant though his conquest was), The English might have occupied The Crescent City, New Orleans. Between Lake Ponchatrain and Gulf Of Mexico the land is boggy here. Once rains would pelt Orleans and make A flood enough for fetid pools. Pine coffins bobbed and knocked aloud Discouraging the patronage Of all the working girls for weeks. But that was long before the war. And British and Americans Were mostly buried on high ground. So no unnecessary dead Were ever disinterred by rains And washed some parishes away Without their names on coffin lids To now or ever be reclaimed.

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Date: 6/16/2023 3:50:00 AM
This Andrew is enjoying reading about that Andrew. Nice poem, Stephen.
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