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Slow Cajun Waltz
Come dance with me slow Cajun waltz
barefoot and oblivious to the world
just the night air, the music and us…
Listen to the crickets serenade
as the lazy southern
summer night stretches its way…
Hmmm…
It is so hot, bodies covered
in a fine sheen of perspiration,
the smell moonshine permeates the air
along with magnolias and bougainvilleas
in bloom, the night speaks to the romantic souls…
heiii…,
The fiddler says and the accordion accompanies,
we continue to dance this slow Cajun waltz
as distinct as your southern drawl.
The gumbo is almost ready,
the smells are getting heady,
“feed the drunks” they say,
keep them going till the break of day…
ding, ding, ding…
The triangle rings…
they are ready to serve the meal.
The tables are arranged all around the yard,
no fancy restaurants, no linen cloths,
this is a “good ol Cajun dance”,
gator nuggets, frog legs and all…
Gypsy Red
6/26/2012
barefoot and oblivious to the world
just the night air, the music and us…
Listen to the crickets serenade
as the lazy southern
summer night stretches its way…
Hmmm…
It is so hot, bodies covered
in a fine sheen of perspiration,
the smell moonshine permeates the air
along with magnolias and bougainvilleas
in bloom, the night speaks to the romantic souls…
heiii…,
The fiddler says and the accordion accompanies,
we continue to dance this slow Cajun waltz
as distinct as your southern drawl.
The gumbo is almost ready,
the smells are getting heady,
“feed the drunks” they say,
keep them going till the break of day…
ding, ding, ding…
The triangle rings…
they are ready to serve the meal.
The tables are arranged all around the yard,
no fancy restaurants, no linen cloths,
this is a “good ol Cajun dance”,
gator nuggets, frog legs and all…
Gypsy Red
6/26/2012
Published 26th Jun 2012
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26th Jun 2012 4:16pm
southern fried & kuntry-fied
so come on sit back & enjoy the ride
simple & plain & done with such fun
nothing too fancy yet its so timeless far beyond
any material possession through experiences for which the rich will beg
but i will stick to my pig feet & turnip greens you can keep the gator nuggets & frog legs....lol
so come on sit back & enjoy the ride
simple & plain & done with such fun
nothing too fancy yet its so timeless far beyond
any material possession through experiences for which the rich will beg
but i will stick to my pig feet & turnip greens you can keep the gator nuggets & frog legs....lol
hahahah Look here I can cook the hell out of some pig trotters now!!! lolol Thanks brother G. bigs hugs
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
26th Jun 2012 6:31pm
your poem made me nostalgic for a place i've never been you took me there in you poem beautiful peace Crim :)
26th Jun 2012 8:26pm
Well that's wonderful sweet Crim, I am so glad that it was so vivid; that really makes me smile.
26th Jun 2012 7:04pm
Sounds like a mighty fine place ... I’ll have a Shrimp Po Boy and a Cold Jax .. nicely drawn atmosphere :)
26th Jun 2012 8:28pm
(Big smile :)haha one day my friend I will have the pleasure helping you with that endeavor! haha lol
Thank you :)
Gypsy red
Thank you :)
Gypsy red
26th Jun 2012 9:22pm
Jacksons Brewery (RIP) New Orleans. And I'll have a plate of Dirty Rice on the side ~ thank you for your participation SMK
26th Jun 2012 9:21pm
You capture many friday / saturday night gatherings here in Louisiana. Noon friday begins the slow cajun waltz of life shared.
How about a full on boucherie or a wedding.
Love this scene. Everyone dance!
How about a full on boucherie or a wedding.
Love this scene. Everyone dance!
Yes, yes indeed lets all dance and I am a great cook! Come and get ti ya'll! lolol
gypsy red
gypsy red
