I stare
I stare at the Garden District
Inhaling all its splendor
Vibrant in its rich virility
of wakefulness
Ever steady and ever tall,
majestic and ageless
Such a beauty that knows no rival
and ignites adoration
in passing eyes
Behold the iron gates
that decorate and hold
a lovely place,
majestic and endless
Such beauty where
all who travel
come to marvel
to find a peace in perfection,
majestic and ageless
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The Big Easy: A Collection of Poems Inspired by New Orleans
PoetryThese poems reflect an admiration and love of New Orleans. I have posted 8 poems which are part of a collection of thirty poems that highlight some of the places that I have been to before and after Katrina. These poems reflect the people, places, o...
