Walking in the French Quarter with colors all in bloom
Pigeons fighting long legged children vying for their room
Dodging jugglars hoops and flips in precisioned Rockette fashion
Look at all the clowns in paint festooned up and dashing
Saxaphones droning out the tunes of blues soft whispers
Street people crouch along muttering some strange vespar
Then there are the Tarot folks telling all life's secrets
Giving guests a birthday treat ...conquering deep confessions
Portraits done as horses wait with carriages all in blooms
Smiles in pink and sugared cheeks can make the rhythm zoom
Music sounds of the Big Easy festive all year through
Then me, alone.... just searching for a visual to find you
You give it credit, pretty lady.
Peace,
Cherokee
Beautiful descriptive poem!
Reindeer
Chrissie
ty
tony
Buddy
I love New Orleans.
You did it proud, girl.
~E
Sally Odgers.