First Key Largo now <br />Katrina and I'm knee <br />deep in dark muddy <br />waters in my mind I <br />see happier times, <br />even the slimey old <br />hanging spanish <br />moss comforts me <br />now <br /> <br />I seem to recall an old <br />southern song that goes <br />something like this before <br />satan stole my joy stole <br />my bliss. <br /> <br />Summertime and the livin's <br />is easy fish are a jumpin' <br />and the cotten is high your <br />daddy's rich and your mama's <br />oh so good lookin' so hush <br />pretty baby don't cha cry-. <br /> <br />One of these mornin's yer' <br />gonna rise up singin' yer' <br />gonna spread your wings <br />and take to the sky but till' <br />that mornin' there ain't <br />nothin' gonna harm you. <br />so hush pretty baby don't <br />cha' cry-. <br /> <br />Josette Marie Louise Lager <br />Copyright@2005<br /><br />Josette Lager<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-day-new-orleans-died/
