In the French Quarter

In the French Quarter

A Poem by Fabian G. Franklin



Come with me and we shall talk

As we take an evening walk

Beyond the grounds and wrought iron gate

Before the hour is too late


From Chartres Street to Jackson Square

To stroll along the Moon Walk there

Under the street lamps we shall go

And watch the Mississippi flow


Along the red brick paving stones

To sit upon the dock alone

On gray washed timbers we shall chat

Where countless others have talked and sat


Until the sun starts sinking low

Then to Cafe' du Monde we'll go

To have beignets and cafe' au lait

Come now, let us make our way


I have but to don my hat

And we'll be off as quick as that

To the French Quarter to see the scenes

Awaiting you in New Orleans


© 2017 Fabian G. Franklin

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Added on September 6, 2017
Last Updated on September 6, 2017


Fabian G. Franklin
Fabian G. Franklin

Boone, NC

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