https://visitantlit.com/2018/11/08/jean-lafitte/
Jean Lafitte
Don’t call me “pirate.” I sail with 1000 men.
Your movie actors in Hollywood; megawatt smiles, betray their countrymen, move to France, because they don’t agree with war. I sail with 1000 men.
How can you be a pirate and not warrior. According to my code, “Coward” means death. I sail with 1000 men.
They call me Jean Lafitte. I am the best man on the Gulf Coast. I am The Buccaneer, The Hero of New Orleans. I sail with 1000 men.
While you read a script, pretend to sail, and steal, I am condemned and exonerated by your president. I sail with 1000 men.
I am loved by all, hated by those who fear me.
I sailed the Gulf of Mexico, in a leaking ship, and defeated the British in The Battle of New Orleans. I sail with 1000 men.
Don’t call me “pirate.” I am a privateer. I sail with 1000 men.
I invented economy in a new America that had naught. For thanks, I was branded “traitor” and reviled, though I saved you from your hated Motherland. I sail with 1000 men.
Now I am driven from your corrupted American shores, betrayed by a country that doesn’t know the difference between savior and satan. I spit on you. I sail with 1000 men.
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https://visitantlit.com/2018/10/04/its-only-a-river/
It’s Only A River
The Tchefuncte River Cruised slowly past Headed for Lake Pontchartrain. Eastern sunrise broke Far away in another dream land.
Uncle Varney and I poled a pirogue, Nets and Zebco reels ready, Catfish and Gar fishing. The shore birds called to us lazily, Eerily a floating gator followed in our wake.
Red and orange turned to streaming sun. I laid my hickory pirogue pole down, Viewing the paradise around me. East bound traffic picked up on the interstate. River’s magic spell broken we docked at Madisonville.
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