I've come to duplicate mama's enthusiasm about life
Come! my daughters of adverture
I'm taking you on a journey directly into the hands of summer
No time for introversion today
Wake up those daydreaming eyes
The sun itself is shining on the banks of St. Armand's
Grab your strawhats...no need for lipstick on those country lips..
'Tant Lou is taking us crawfishing!
Come on girls, they will be here soon
Down highway 167 for 6 miles; take the dirt road for another two
Haul the crawfish cages from of the truck
Fasten a piece of fresh melt in the bottom of each crawfish cage
Take the long pole with the hook on the end
Carefully lower each wire cage into the muddy water
The passage of time was hardly noticed...
We followed tiny bird tracks in the soft Loosian mud
Discovered animal tracks too...a racoon had passed in the night
Now it was time to reap the harvest...
Carefully lift up the cage with the pole
We squealed with delight...each cage teemed with large crawfish
Tilting the cage they were quickly dropped into the bucket
A few tried to escape...in search of release
We laughed as Joyce tried to scare her big sister with
the outstretched arms and open claws
Her new plaything; Clovis the crawfish
The steps were repeated; excitement never faded
We picked up the heavy cages filled with wiggling crawfish
From the buckets to the mesh bags until all 10 were filled
Red-winged black birds called from the cattails echoing 'Tant Lou
"Allon...get to the van!"...I think she meant, it's time to go
We're gonna have a crawfish boil tonight!
Enough enthusiasm to enrich both day and night
Cajun music punctuated the sultry night air
Peeled crawfish; nicknamed mud bugs...well seasoned and spicy hot
Mama prefers to call them tiny lobsters harvested from the deep
Boiled corn and potatoes are served from the same pot
I've come to duplicate mama's enthusiasm about life...
Especially when it comes to enjoying the bounty of our own hands
One of life's simple pleasures...
Eating boiled crawfish