The Day New Orleans Died ©
In loving memory of all who died in the hurricane Katrina.
Josette Marie Louise Lager
California, USA
2005
First Key Largo now Katrina and
I'm knee deep in dark muddy
waters. In my mind I see
happier times.
Even the old slimey
hanging Spanish
moss comforts me now.
I seem to recall an old
southern song that goes
something like this
before Satan stole my joy
stole my bliss.
Summertime and the livin
is easy. Fish are a jumpin'
and the cotton is high,
Your daddy's rich and your
mama's oh so good lookin'
so hush pretty baby don't cha cry-----
One of these mornin's yer gonna
rise up singin' your gonna spread
your wings and take to the sky.
But till' that mornin' there aint'
nothin' gonna harm you so hush
pretty baby don't cha----- cry
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