Sunday, July 28, 2013

Saturday Supper

 
On our way to Saturday supper this week,
we spent about an hour at beautiful
Caddo Lake State Park.
 
Even though we are several hundred
miles north of Evangeline country,
this area reminds me of South Louisiana
and the Atchafalaya Basin.
 
 
Come along on our walk and see if you agree.
I have added a few lines from the poem
Evangeline by Longfellow that come to mind.
 
 
This is the forest primeval.
The murmuring pines and hemlocks,
 bearded with moss, and in garments of green,
indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic.
 

 
 
 
Over their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs
of the cypress met in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-air
waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals.
 

Water-lilies in myriads rocked on the slight undulations
made by the passing oars.......


 
 
Deathlike the silence seemed, and unbroken, save by the herons
home to their roosts in the cedar-trees returning at sunset.


 Can you see the pirogue gliding through the
water bearing Evangeline on her journey to
find her Gabriel?
 
I found myself reading again their story so familiar
to the Cajun people of Louisiana
after I looked at the pictures we took.
 
 
Once again, we returned home, not only refreshed
in body from a good meal, but refreshed in
spirit and soul from the beauty
of the world God so graciously gave us to inhabit.
 
Hope you enjoyed our drive and your weekend was
also filled with beauty! 
 
 
Until next time,
                 Carolyn
 
(These photos were taken with David's little
point and shoot camera so they are not as sharp.
We didn't start out with this destination in mind...
I know! I should never leave home without my camera!)
 
 


6 comments:

S. Etole said...

Such a mysterious feel to those sights. I enjoyed that you included lines from the poem.

Southern Lady said...

So beautiful and peaceful looking, Carolyn ... and the poem was perfect!

racheld said...

I've found myself murmuring those words since high school, when this was the most mournful, beautiful poem in the universe. She's still a WAY more poignantly heroic heroine than Juliet.

You perfectly captured the mood, even with the sun piercing all the swags, for unless you're WAY back beneath the canopies, the sun makes its way in.

Simply enchanting and magical. Thank you SO much for this bit of lacy lagniappe.

rachel

Karen said...

Cheryl @ TFD said...

Such beauty! These scenes are just awesome! Thanks for taking us along on your walk.

mississippi artist said...

This is beautiful! This is one place I have never visited, will put it on my list, for my frequent LA trips. It has been two months so about time to head there again.