J.B. LeBuert Poems

Come on down to the old bayou
The party goin' on is never through
You'll love this land and people, for true
Come on down to the old bayou
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The wild plum trees are so very full this year.
They're better than I've ever seen, my dear.
The white blossoms are all over the place.
They're so pretty and bring a smile to my face.
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South Padre Island is the place to be.
I'll be back here often to see,
The good times to come and the people I meet.
I love the weather and my tanned feet.
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Here come the daffodils,
A foreboding of Spring.
They truly give me thrills
And make my heart sing.
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Do you sleep great at night?
Do you wake up with a fright?
Do your palms sometimes sweat?
Do you look around and fret?
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It's always New Orleans fare
At most restaurants
Sausage and peppers and more
Give me some French bread
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The crepe myrtle trees are always the most work, you see.
I have about one hundred trunks, all in groups of three.
I cut off all their branches every year in the spring.
They look odd, just six foot tall trunks, and no other thing.
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We climb all sorts of mountains in our lives.
No one can get there, unless one strives,
We struggle, we fight, and push on to the top.
To give all we've got, and never to stop.
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The crabapple trees are beginning to bloom.
In a couple of weeks, they'll banish your gloom.
I've got three types, the red, the pink, and the white.
They're all a wondrous and beautiful sight.
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Let me warn you ‘bout what you do
‘Dat boat ‘dare might jus' fool you
‘Da bottom's flat for a reason
You might tip over, if you go out ‘dis season
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