A Poem From The Bayou

The bayou is thick with Cyprus and slog;
Untouched beauty in our backya'd.
Turtles sunning themselves on a fallen log;
Louisiana a state mostly Cajun and collard.

Moroux, Bordoux, Collier and LeClair;
All came to N'orlins to fight ole Andy.
Never to return to Canadian Ontair;
Dreaming of that wilderness and ground so sandy.

Lost in 18 and 12 to Jackson of fame;
Fought day and night agin ole glory.
Settled in d'bayou rather than be tame;
Mak'in up music and many a story.

Cajuns are plenty here in south LA;
Say'in a lot we Yankees can't hear well.
Their children having freedom to grow and play;
Never knowing they were Ca nook, pray tell.