From Bossier to NOLA

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Down the forty-nine to ten we travel.
Feasts of kings and cakes, our destination.
Down we go, our worries to unravel.
Food and fellowship, our motivation.
Past the city’s lights and steel magnolias.
Past the airbase and the coliseum.
Past the capital after Angola.
Past the lakes and rivers and museums.
Standing still, undrowned through stormy seasons,
History endures through celebration.
All Louisiana knows her treasure.
So we travel for our varied reasons –
Stories, memories, anticipation –
Seeking carnival in greater measure.


Photo by NICO BHLR on Unsplash

Thanks to Dustin Hadley for providing the topic and title for today’s poem.

Mema

Five dollars may not mean that much to you,

And Lincoln’s face may never make you smile.

Casa Ole may never come in view.

You may think eating trash is not your style.

Your Christmas gift may never have been placed

Inside a colored bag upon the tree.

And you, poor soul, may never know the taste

Of Hello Dollies shared with family.

These memories are blessings to the mind,

And thoughts of them do always warm the heart,

For our Mema and Grandad, always kind,

Have played in all our lives the sweetest part.

With thankfulness these words could never say,

We celebrate our Mema’s life today.

Dat Dog

(Photo cred: Brianna Radcliff)

New Orleans has a special way
Of reaching to my heart
With po-boys, crawfish, etouffe
And clogging every part.
For many things are fried down here,
And many run with grease,
Yet when the dinner bell has rung,
My stomach finds its peace.
But one abode of tasty treats
Stands high above the rest.
It beckons men to empty seats
To taste its tasty best.
O great Dat Dog, you are the joy
Of many near and far.
With gourmet dogs for girl or boy,
You truly set the bar.
So I resign to take the chance
Of gaining weight today,
And enter this delicious dance…
But first, let’s stop and pray.