The Cajun
Down in Louisiana, by the bayou way,
A secret recipe, has been blending for generations,
Tenderly, stewing in the great American melting
Pot.
Spanish spices, mixed with French Canadian
Hospitality, lends to this gumbo's savory
Appeal.
African voodoo magic, leaves a trace element,
Of mystic's charm, and mysteries dark beauty.
To this harsh, rustic, and swampy landscape.
Carved from the wilderness wild, a people
Discarded came to call this land theirs.
From toils sweat and bloods sacrifice,
New Orleans is given birth, this great southern
Countries, back born.
A grand lady of elegance, and intrigue,
An ebony beauty is she, dancing with the
Gentleman Cajun, to the waltz of tradition,
And cultures aristocratic society.
But beneath this beautiful opulence,
The ghosts of the Mississippi cry out,
Don't forget the roots, from which our
Bones lie, to create the historic city,
Known as New Orleans.
The couple bows, to it's heritage in a
Sacred trust to always remember, those
Lives given, and sacrificed with honor's
Golden reverence.
A silver linings promise, weaved into
The fabric of every Southern civilian,
Born beneath the great flag of the
U.S.A.
What special ingredients make up
The Cajun?
All are welcome to go and experience,
That for ones self and judge?
I'm going to stay at home within
It's natural realm of beauty, and
History for I call New Orleans
My home.
For whom else, could write about
Oneself better, than the Cajun
After all.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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