POEM: MY WILD CAJUN QUEEN
FIRST ERE I SAW HER WAS EIGHTEEN AND SIXTY-TWO SHE WAS THE BELLE OF NEW ORLEANS AND THE DREAM OF MY YOUTH WITH HER BLACK HAIR A-SHINING FLASHING EYES RIVER-GREEN I VOWED SOMEDAY I'D HAVE HER THIS WILD CAJUN QUEEN WE MARCHED OFF TO WAR HIGH ON PRIDE AND RED-EYE LED BY CAPTAIN LEBEAU IN A TRUE... Sign in to see full entry.