Oh Louisiana

Can you hear the church bells ringing, along the Mississippi Bayou, Or smell the fragrant perfume of the spring magnolia’s in Full blossoms bloom, oh how sweet the air of Louisiana, It calls unto this country girls inner soul, come home my Child here all are welcome. Beneath her Spanish moshes long eye lashes of beauty, A queen of southern charm does exist, mystery’s elegant Enchantress the bell of New Orleans, dancing under her Masquerades mask of perfection. The river boats stream along the sandy banks of the delta, Brushing against the currents of fortunes favor, Ever clicking, rattling the timbers of the shoreline, In the wakes quaking divide, amidst the hushes rush broken, Behold the bounty of the mighty river, in the golden Twilight’s hour just before dawn. Steeped in tradition’s ethnic flavor of the French Cajun blend, what a spicy mixing's gumbo, Of history and culture, a tasty recipe placed on The menu of life done the southerner way. Thrown are the nets of discovery, On this ever changing landscape of natures Wilderness left wild and free, as the winds Blow through the willow pines, echoing down The swampy essences of the haunting bayou. Cotton Plantations, civil war monuments, Your history is the stuff of legends and mythology, Textured, layered upon the historic bricks of A foundation of freedoms calling, in this Place called America. To walk in the footsteps of mine own four Fathers, step by step you’re the legacies Treasury for future generations to come, So they may experience the old world Flavor of a nation’s past, preserved in this Garden of history, known as Louisiana. Can you hear the church bells ringing, along the Mississippi Bayou, Or smell the fragrant perfume of the spring magnolia’s in Full blossoms bloom, oh how sweet the air of Louisiana, It calls unto this country girls inner soul, come home my Child here all are welcome. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN