Down In New Orleans
Way down south near the marshlands,
near the bayous, and close to the lake.
There is a city with its old wonders.
A place where no one barely sleeps.
Parties move up and down the cobbled streets.
The brass bands play that swinging jazz music.
That smell of the creole and cajun food wafting in the air.
Muggy with that southern heat,
History and legends made this spot worldly known.
With the stories of vampires and voodoo,
and hauntings that frighten the people who visit.
Pirates that came and left their mark,
and a voodoo queen who ruled it all.
Food, festivals, and fairs bring everyone here.
That mixture of blood and culture.
African, French, and Spanish.
The cajun rhythm makes them dance.
Deep down in New Orleans,
where Mardi Gras never dies,
the spirits you feel deep inside,
this site is one of a kind.
Copyright © Reva Mae | Year Posted 2021
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