I love this river & her strange Louisiana land –
She's the morning queen of diamonds
Tranquil flowers in her hand.
Born to carry kings along the cottonwood trail,
Her dreams somehow diminished,
Though her glory never paled.
As tarnished silver, her glow is hidden well,
Yet her still brown waters
Hold us all in her spell.
She's not the lusty ocean, no, not at all,
& should I, careless, leave her,
Lesser values will have called.
Copyright 1978 BAC