Josette Lager

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The Day New Orleans Died - Poem by Josette Lager

First Key Largo now
Katrina and I'm knee
deep in dark muddy
waters in my mind I
see happier times,
even the slimey old
hanging spanish
moss comforts me

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's
is easy fish are a jumpin'
and the cotten 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' yer'
gonna spread your wings
and take to the sky but till'
that mornin' there ain't
nothin' gonna harm you.
so hush pretty baby don't
cha' cry-.

Josette Marie Louise Lager

Comments about The Day New Orleans Died by Josette Lager

  • (11/12/2005 3:26:00 PM)

    only for a time
    does the Lord of Flies have sway
    the good people of this land
    will build again
    and sweet music will be heard once again
    a lovely poem

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 12, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 11, 2006

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