Still Louisiana
by
Forest Garfield Hairston

Still Louisiana, even your saddest day
never shade what
Southern glory that ever tho yet linger,
across your face.
And tomorrow a tree will stream more,
its Spanish moss
New Orleans will birth jazz again,
along this Southern place.

Still Louisiana, sudden wind swirl abound
across the sea
While the last day of summer,
cry the season change.
And laughter along Bourbon Street,
recite from its memory
The funny day at Mardi Gras, shall
but simply rearrange.

Still Louisiana, tomorrow your love shall
cleanse your earth
Look across the sky, a faint billow rise
amid its lonely cloud.
And tomorrow will soften its anger for all
that love is worth
It's yet okay to yet cry aloud, it's yet still
okay, to love Louisiana.

the Poet

Forest Hairston

Poems from
the
Book of Forest

Even Further
Truth
Ever America
Caged Soul
What Fool
Across This Land