Summertime

********************************* ************************ A soft quiet night And the warm air is still Lightning bugs floatin’ Up there on the hill No hint of a moon Just stars in the sky It’s a soft, sultry night At the start of July ************************ ************* ***** ** *

Cajun Queen

(Click on images to enlarge) ******* There’s a sultry place Where the bayou streams Close to city’s lights Down by New Orleans The moon shines bright And stars, it seems Give all their light  To a cajun queen She’s tall and slender And a lithe eighteen  Her heart’s not tender  This cajun queen Few words she… Read More Cajun Queen

The Storm

A heavy, clammy calm has bestilled the sultry air.  Clouds, midnight black, steal the light of the sun and erase the azure blue sky.  Turbulent, rolling, gray clouds underlie the black and race forward like a wild stampede.  Onward comes the storm.  White hot flashes of lightning lace the clouds and reach to savage  the earth. … Read More The Storm