This is a poem about the brown leaves and blue skies of autumn in Acadiana, my Louisiana heritage – a poem about leaving and coming back home. May you always carry home in your heart!
LOUISIANA LEAVES one day I will leave these bayous and cypress trees oaks and magnolias and pastures of green bearded moss hanging swaying in the breeze horses and cows grazing will they notice when I leave? one day I'll drive northward to see colorful leaves bursting in autumn from unfamiliar trees such beauty I've never had the pleasure to hold such glory is priceless or so I am told when I eat the fruit of that golden root when I've had my fill of the northern thrill I'll turn back toward home where I know I belong for there is nothing quite like those blue southern skies the familiar warm welcome and a feast for the eyes my people are waiting they're calling my name the north holds much beauty but it's just not the same wherever I go however I roam deep within me I know there is no place like home
