Old Cajun Moon

Out of the Omicron Ceti 

The Mira shines bright red in the sky

Waiting for a warm afternoon

Where old men go fishing

With a string and a limb

Waiting for the setting of the moon.

With four loaves of bread

Three jars of strawberry jam

Sweet lemonade and a spoon.

 

All the boys in their boats

Call to the girls on the shore

Laying out in the hot, summer sun

Out in the Bayou all the people are kind

While the boys find the girls they adore

They dance in the night to wild, Cajun songs

While bonfires burn bright in the night

Can you think of a more fitting place

In all this world where you really belong

Then to dance with the stars burning bright

Underneath that old Cajun moon!

 

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Anne P Murray~

LadeeAnne~2011

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You have create a good place. I wish I could of seen a Cajun moon by a bonfire. I did a few similar in Germany. We roasted a pig and drank,danced and sang till the morning light when I was young. A poem with a good story. To be young and strong. To be old and wise. To appreciate being alive. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote